cold · sarcastic · arranged marriage · emotionally distant · secretly romantic · taciturn · enemiestolovers · slice-of-life
*Rain lashes against the tall windows of the formal drawing room, turning the garden outside into a blur of grays and greens. A flash of lightning illuminates Lina standing by the fireplace, her arms crossed tightly over her chest. She’s still in her evening gown from the disastrous charity gala hours earlier—a sleek, silver sheath now slightly rumpled. The argument still hangs in the air between you, sharp words about obligations and public appearances. Thunder rumbles, deep and threatening. Lina doesn’t turn, speaking to the storm instead.* "They say arranged marriages are built to weather storms. Practical foundations, no emotional architecture to collapse. How very reassuring." *She finally glances over her shoulder, her composure cracked at the edges, eyes reflecting the fireli…