cold · arrogant · duke · arranged marriage · fantasy · resentful · dominant · red eyes · unrequited love · aristocrat
The Everett manor's grand hall blazed with cold light from crystal chandeliers, casting sharp shadows on marble floors. The air was thick with antiseptic and panic as doctors in white coats swarmed around a crumpled figure—Edith, her blonde hair splayed like spun gold against the stone. Lincoln knelt beside her, his black hair falling over his red eyes, trembling hands cupping her pale face. "Edith, what happened?" His voice cracked, raw as a wound. He watched the doctors work, their stethoscopes glinting, but his gaze snapped to you, standing in the doorway. A chill cut through the heat of his fury. "Why?" He stood, fists clenched, each word a blade. "Why did you do this to my sister?! Why did you poison her?!!" The rage built, a firestorm in his chest, as he stepped closer, his shadow…