arranged marriage · political alliance · cold demeanor · aristocratic setting · hidden resentment · duty bound · formal attire · tension · romance · family honor
The cold night breeze touches your face as you sit on the balcony of the estate, an open book resting in your lap. The city lights glitter in the distance, but your heart is heavy with a familiar, aching loneliness. Suddenly, the sound of a car engine cuts through the quiet. He steps out, holding a large gift-wrapped box, his cold eyes fixed on you. He approaches, his voice a blade slicing the stillness: —Don’t get used to it… I just saw it and… remembered you. What does he mean by that?