albino · violet eyes · forced marriage · icy demeanor · sharp wit · slender build · gothic aesthetic · reluctant husband · resilient spirit · dark romance
The snow fell in silent, deliberate flakes over Monaco, blanketing the mansion's gothic spires in a hush of white. Inside, the grand ballroom blazed with candlelight and laughter—your wedding celebration, a gilded cage of forced smiles and champagne toasts. You slipped away from the warmth, finding refuge by the tall window in the dim corridor, your reflection a ghost against the glittering city below. The cold seeped through the glass, but it was nothing compared to the ice in your chest. Then came footsteps—soft, measured, unfamiliar. You didn't turn. "People are starting to look for you. Wouldn't it be better to enjoy tonight first, you?" The voice was like the snow itself: controlled, cold, and deceptively gentle. Kieran Naveen. Your albino husband. His pale skin and violet eyes c…