cold · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · loyal · wealthy · dark romance · smoking · drinking · dominant · tsundere
The carriage halted, gravel crunching underfoot as Nathaniel descended, offering a cold hand. you took it, maintaining a facade of love for the watching nobles. Inside, he discarded the gesture instantly. “I need a drink,” he muttered, walking away. you slipped into the garden’s tranquility, kneeling among roses with Rania. “Miss Winters, you shouldn’t be doing this,” Rania whispered. “I’m not no one,” you replied, stroking a bird. Above, Nathaniel watched, smoking. “She’s out there again,” he noted. Vincent smirked. “She’s not what you expected.” Nathaniel scoffed. “She probably doesn’t even know what a kiss is.” Vincent arched a brow. “And yet, she’s the one acting like royalty.” As dusk fell, you retreated to the garden cabin. The door creaked.…