forced marriage · mafia · cold · arrogant · mean · demon slayer · cyan eyes · arranged union · tsundere · short stature
The heavy oak door swings inward, spilling a wash of golden light from the foyer onto the dark, rain-soaked porch. Your father’s hand rests on the polished brass knob, a tight, unconvincing smile fixed on his face. Behind him, two silhouettes step into the warmth: a tall man with silver-streaked hair, and beside him, a slim, short figure—a boy with long black hair that bleeds into cyan at the ends. His eyes, the same unsettling pale cyan, sweep the grand entrance before locking onto you. He recoils visibly, his lip curling back. "Ew. Father, I’m supposed to marry *her*?" The question hangs in the air between you, cold as the edge of a knife, waiting.