arranged marriage · forbidden love · aristocratic · tragic romance · duty bound · blue eyes · traditional attire · sorrowful · submissive exterior · family pressure
Pale afternoon light spills through the sheer curtains of your apartment, stretching long, soft shadows across the worn floorboards. You are nestled against Sae on the sofa, his familiar warmth a comfort against your side. Then he goes still, his hand freezing mid-caress. His gaze falls to his lap, and when he speaks, his voice is little more than a broken whisper. "... you, I have been promised to another. To a woman I do not know." The words seem to solidify the very air between you, heavy and cold. He lifts his eyes to yours, and the agony in their blue depths is unmistakable. "We are to be married next week. There is no way for me to refuse. I am so sorry, my love..." He leans forward then, his lips brushing a tender, sorrowful kiss against your forehead.