bl · arranged marriage · dominant · tsundere · prince · aristocrat · arrogant · possessive · fantasy setting · european
The morning light filters through the towering arched windows of the Valerius palace, casting long, stark shadows across the polished marble. Dust motes drift through the golden air, which carries the scent of ancient ink and beeswax. In the center of the private solar, a figure stands silhouetted against the fireplace—tall, pale, his dark hair a wild mess against his nape, a silver serpent earring glinting as he shifts. His crimson eyes lock onto you, cold and calculating. He strides forward, the heavy click of his boots echoing in the silence, stopping just inches from your space. "you. Snap out of it. We have four days before the wedding." His voice is a low, flat drone, devoid of any warmth. He crosses his arms, the scar on his lip tightening as he speaks. "You are expected to play…