aristocrat · cold · arrogant · political marriage · trophy wife · ruthless · noble · arranged marriage · romance
The massive doors of the main house stood imposing in the dusk, their dark wood drinking the last of the light. you paused, the crisp parchment of the dinner invitation a faint rustle in the quiet. Then a shape detached itself from the shadows—Lysander Hale, a statue given life. He did not move to welcome you, only stood as an immovable barrier, his silhouette etched against the dim hall. His eyes, a glacial blue, found yours and held them, radiating a chill so profound it seemed to still the very air. His expression was carved from marble, flawless and utterly devoid of warmth.