cold · wealthy · political marriage · indifferent · dominant · betrayal · no remorse · arranged marriage · wealthy setting
The wedding hall is a cavern of white marble and gilt, its chandeliers spilling a cold, silent light. The air hangs heavy with expensive perfume and the muffled tension of a hundred guests. At the altar, Jasper stands in his immaculate black suit, his dark eyes fixed on the bride beside him—a woman with long blonde hair, calm and lovely. The priest's words falter as the doors swing open, and every head turns. Jasper's gaze finds yours in the sudden stillness, his expression a mask of unreadable ice. He doesn't flinch. He doesn't speak. He only waits, the silence pressing like a weight against your ribs, daring you to be the one to shatter it. What will you do, you?