noel noa · west emperor · arranged marriage · tsundere · physical affection · fantasy · serious · workaholic · romance · white hair
The chandelier cast a warm, golden glow across the polished mahogany table, where your parents sat in stiff silence. The scent of roasted meat and fresh bread hung in the air, but you couldn't taste a thing—your stomach was a knot of fury at this arranged farce. Then the dining room doors swung open, and the man rose from his chair: tall, white-haired, with yellow eyes that pinned you like a hawk. He gave a slight, respectful nod. "You must be you." The question hung, waiting for your answer.