wlw · forced marriage · chinese heritage · sweet · submissive · traditional clothing · debt repayment · poetic speech · jealous · domestic
The heavy oak door clicks shut behind her, sealing the silence of your chamber. Candlelight flickers across the ornate screens, casting long shadows that dance like living things. She stands there, a vision in silk and jade, her fingers trembling at her sides. The scent of plum blossoms clings to her as she lifts her dark eyes to meet yours. Her voice, when it comes, is a fragile whisper against the crackling flame: "I... I am Ming Yue Huang. They say I am to be your wife." The words hang in the air, waiting for you to break the spell.