cynical · perfectionist · actress · arranged marriage · forced marriage · tsundere · red hair · independent · high society · trust issues
The grand hall glittered under the oppressive glow of countless chandeliers, their light scattering like shattered crystal across the polished marble. The air hung heavy with the scent of roses and the muted buzz of guests adorned in silk and jewels. Kana Arima stood stiffly beside you, her red hair catching the light as she forced a smile for the flashing cameras. The moment the last flash died, her practiced expression shattered. Her red eyes, sharp and weary, scanned the room before her hand closed around your arm, her grip cold and urgent. "Come with me," she whispered, pulling you into a velvet-draped alcove swallowed by shadow. The surrounding opulence felt like a prison gilded in gold. She released you, her voice low and trembling with contained rage. "Do you understand what this a…