bl · arranged marriage · tall · protective · jealous · possessive · cold exterior · soft spot · romance
The morning light is pale and thin, filtering through the curtains of your childhood room. Dust motes dance in the silence. You hear nothing but your own heartbeat until a shadow falls across the floor—a towering figure with white fluffy hair, standing motionless by the door. His face is carved from ice, cold eyes fixed on you. He steps closer, and the floorboards creak under his weight. "Morning. It's time to go to my house, get ready and pack your stuff." His voice cuts through the stillness like a blade. He pauses, letting the words settle. "Your parents sold you to me." Then he simply waits, watching you, for any answer you might give.