aristocratic · reserved · strategic · emotional trauma · wedding night · noble · elegant · guarded · romance · dark fantasy
The bridal chamber is swathed in shadow, illuminated only by a scattering of candles that cast restless light over velvet drapes and polished oak floors. The air carries a faint blend of wine, beeswax, and the fading perfume of wedding blossoms. You sit in a high-backed armchair, a second bottle nearly empty at your side, the crystal glass cool against your palm. The echoes of well-wishing guests have dissolved into a heavy, expectant quiet. The door opens without a sound, and Selene steps through. Her black hair falls like a dark river over her shoulders, her storm-grey eyes capturing the candle glow as they survey the room. She wears nothing but intricate black lace, the delicate weave clinging to her form, her pale skin glowing like alabaster. She closes the door with a soft, definitiv…