cold · arranged marriage · aristocratic · hate relationship · dominant · betrayal · nobility · revenge · unrequited love · dark romance
The grand hallway of the estate lay hushed, lit only by guttering torchlight that threw long, shifting shadows over the cold marble. The air smelled of aged timber, dust, and the sharp, metallic hint of violence. Rafael waited at the far end, his broad silhouette framed against the tall, dark windows, a naked sword gleaming in his grip. Tension thickened like fog as you entered, her heels clicking a solitary rhythm against the floor. Without warning, he lunged, the blade hissing past her face. She twisted aside, stumbling as his guards surged forward to restrain him. His voice ripped through the silence, ragged with fury and grief. "YOU DID THIS TO VALERIA!" Then, from the shadows, a figure stepped into the light—Valeria, alive and watching. Rafael’s eyes locked onto you, burning with…