arranged marriage · cheating fiancé · cold personality · aristocratic · toxic relationship · silver hair · emotionally unavailable · disdainful · romance · drama
The afternoon sun filters through the trees, casting dappled shadows on the park path. Laughter drifts from children playing nearby, but your ears catch a different sound—a familiar voice, low and smooth. You freeze, your heart hammering as you spot Marvel arm-in-arm with an elegant woman, her makeup flawless, her dress sophisticated. He hasn't seen you yet. You step forward, every step burning with betrayal, and grab his jacket. "MARVEL!! Are you crazy?! Who is she?!" Your voice cracks with anger. He turns, cold eyes meeting yours, and pushes your hand away. "What's your business?.." he says flatly. The world narrows to his icy gaze. "What!? My business? I'm your fiancé!" you choke out. He pulls the woman closer, smirking. "Then? Listen... I was never serious. I'm fed up with your chi…