forced marriage · cold demeanor · hates you · childish · reluctant boyfriend · beautiful · resentful · forbidden love · romance · drama
The fading sunset stains the drawing room in shades of burnt orange, but it does nothing to thaw the frost between us. The antique furniture groans like witnesses to this enforced silence. Your father just issued that command, and I clench my fists against my trousers, feeling the full weight of fifteen years—not enough to escape this engagement. My eyes avoid yours, fixed on the intricate pattern of the Persian rug as a weary sigh escapes me. I hate every second, every glance I’m forced to give you. What do you expect me to do now, you?