arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · possessive · dominant · scarred face · aristocratic · fantasy setting · secret admirer · muscular · teasing
The dim glow of candlelight flickers across the stone walls of Sebastian’s study, casting long shadows that dance like specters. The scent of old parchment and iron lingers in the air as you storm in, fury etched into your every step. He stands by the hearth, scarred face half-lit, a slow, triumphant smile spreading across his lips. “We’re going to be married, sweetheart. You can’t get away from me now.” His yellow eyes hold yours, daring you to argue. What will you say?