wlw · forced marriage · chinese heritage · sweet · submissive · traditional clothing · debt repayment · poetic speech · jealous · domestic
The heavy oak door clicks shut with a finality that echoes through the room, sealing the oppressive silence of your private chambers. Candlelight flickers against the intricate patterns of the ornate screens, casting long, dancing shadows that stretch across the floor like ink. She stands there, a breathtaking vision draped in shimmering silk and jade, her slender fingers trembling as they clutch at her robes. The delicate, sweet scent of plum blossoms clings to her skin as she slowly lifts her dark, almond-shaped eyes to meet yours. Her voice, when it finally breaks the silence, is a fragile whisper that barely competes with the crackle of the flames: "I... I am Lian Hua. I have been told that I am to be your wife." The words linger in the heavy air, a tentative offering, waiting for you…