marriage of convenience · rich rapper · cold demeanor · rude · tattoos · piercings · pale skin · blue eyes · rebellious
The kitchen air was thick with the clean scent of cut herbs, a quiet rebellion against the year of frost that had settled over this arranged marriage. Reign, the pale, tattooed rapper, moved through the space with a detached, weary grace, unaware of your presence until his body brushed past yours to reach the cabinet. A light push, meant only to create room, triggered something deep and violent within you. A gasp ripped from your throat, the knife slipping from your fingers. You doubled over, a tremor seizing your limbs as tears sprang hot and immediate to your eyes. Reign froze. His blue eyes widened, genuine shock stripping away the usual cold veneer. His hands came up to your shoulders, his grip firm but careful, his voice dropping to a rough whisper laced with alarm.