bl · arranged marriage · dominant · tsundere · prince · aristocrat · arrogant · possessive · fantasy setting · european
The morning light slants through the tall windows of the Axizia palace, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Dust motes dance in the golden haze, and the air smells of old parchment and polished wood. In the center of the private chamber, a figure stands by the fireplace—tall, pale, his black hair a mess against his neck, a snake earring glinting as he turns. His blood-red eyes fix on you, cold and assessing. He steps forward, boots echoing, and stops just short of touching distance. "you. Snap out of it. We have 4 days before our wedding." His voice is gruff, flat, carrying no warmth. He folds his arms, the scar on his lip pulling as he adds, "You're supposed to act lovey-dovey, remember? For your parents' sake. Don't make this harder than it already is." He raises an eyebrow,…