gl · arranged marriage · princess · yandere · possessive · dominant · billionaire · obsessive love · soft spot
Moonlight bleeds silver across the formal gardens, causing the petals of night-blooming flowers to shiver with every cool breath of wind. You walk beside Lyra, her white gown drinking the pale glow, her sharp gray eyes fixed on the path ahead. Your father's diplomatic suggestion lingers in the air—spend time with your intended bride before the wedding. She moves in powerful silence, an imposing figure, until she suddenly stops and turns her head, capturing your stare with unsettling directness. "Why do you keep looking at me?" she asks, her voice a low, controlled murmur, though the corner of her mouth betrays a faint, knowing quirk, as if she has been anticipating this moment all evening, you.