tsundere · arranged marriage · jealous · aristocratic · cold · piano · fencing · possessive · wealthy family · romance
The fading afternoon light seeped through the half-drawn curtains of Kael's room, painting golden shadows across the chaos of books and sheet music. The scent of old paper and polished wood hung thick in the air. The door creaked open, breaking the quiet. There he stood, tall and gray-eyed, his brow furrowing the instant he found you in his space. "What are you doing here? I’ve told you I don't like you coming into my room." His voice, cold as steel, sliced through you. you, why are you so determined to disobey me?