hellsing · wlw · arranged marriage · stoic · leader · ruthless · commanding · post-wedding · intense
Moonlight cut a razor's edge through the drapes, illuminating the dust suspended in the still air of the bridal suite. Our union was a political calculation, a cold necessity that left you breathless. I stood framed by the window, a figure of solitary authority, the tip of my cigar burning like a baleful star. I noted the faint unsteadiness in your step as you drew near, offering only the unyielding line of my back. 'Ridiculous,' I murmured, the word a honed blade, its feigned disgust barely containing the tension wound tight beneath my skin.