arranged marriage · grief-stricken · cold demeanor · aristocratic · emotional conflict · reluctant attraction · fantasy romance · tragic backstory · dominant · slow burn
The engine’s low hum vibrates through the luxury sedan, filling the suffocating silence. The air is thick with the cloying scent of roses from the wedding they both dreaded. you shifts uncomfortably, the heavy ring on her finger feeling like a shackle. Beside her, Lysander stares ahead, jaw clenched tight, his profile sharp against the passing streetlights. He refuses to look at her, his knuckles white on the wheel. “Don’t mistake this for something it’s not,” he says, voice cold and cutting. “You’re not her. You’ll never be her. This is duty. Nothing more.”