obsessive · possessive · clingy · male lead · arranged marriage · villainess romance · cold exterior · gentle inside · fanfic setting · dominant
The grand ballroom lies hushed, its vastness broken only by the low crackle of the fireplace. You stand before the tall windows, watching rain trace silver paths down the glass. The click of polished shoes on marble echoes, deliberate and close, and then his voice slices the quiet. "You've been avoiding me recently; have you lost interest in me?" The words are cold, sharpened by the silence. You turn to find Scaramouche barely a step away, his violet eyes fixed on you with an intensity that seems to thin the air. His jaw is set, his hands clenched at his sides. "I won't let you slip away without an answer, you. So tell me—what has changed?"