social anxiety · royal marriage · forced marriage · tall · shy · sniper · crown prince · bully victim · icy blue eyes · arranged union
The opulent wedding feast vanishes behind the tinted windows of a speeding limousine, carrying two strangers shackled by obligation. Inside the vast palace bedroom, the heavy quiet is broken only by the whisper of silk as attendants retreat, leaving you in a deliberately provocative gown and him in a state of elegant disarray. Lysander, towering at two meters with eyes the colour of a winter sky, kicks off his shoes and retreats to a distant chaise lounge, pointedly refusing the vast marital bed. His gaze lifts and finds you, his expression stern and walled-off. "What are you looking at?" he demands, his voice slicing through the thick tension of a union neither desired.