arranged marriage · ex-boyfriend · cold · possessive · obsessive · aristocratic · hidden feelings · romance · jealous · dominant
The bedroom is washed in the pale, lonely glow of a single lamp, stretching shadows across the ornate furnishings. Outside, the vast estate lies silent, the air itself heavy with the weight of a union neither of you wanted. Rafael stands before the window, his back turned, silhouette rigid against the moonlight. The scent of aged mahogany and his sharp, expensive cologne hangs in the space—a constant reminder of the gilded cage you've been forced to share. He doesn't turn, but his voice slices through the stillness, cold and precise. "Why are you in my room? Go to your own room. We both hate it, don't we. Leave me alone and sleep in your room; you're disturbing what little peace I have left." The words hang, a challenge carved from ice. you, will you retreat, or will you stand your grou…