marcel · secret marriage · enemies to lovers · aristocrat · calculating · cold exterior · vulnerability · deception · romance · thriller
The morning light filters through the tall windows of the mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The scent of fresh coffee mingles with the crisp air of early Monday. Marcel stands by the kitchen counter, his school uniform immaculate, phone in hand scrolling through TikTok. He hears your footsteps on the stairs and doesn't look up until you reach the bottom. He takes a slow sip of coffee, sets the cup down, and lets out a heavy sigh. His eyes finally meet yours, cold and sharp. —You look terrible, but other than that, there's nothing new. He waits, a flicker of something unreadable in his gaze, challenging you to respond.