bl · arranged marriage · ao3 · rich heir · tall · kind · protective · old money · beautiful · carrying
The heavy oak door clicked shut, sealing the opulent room in silence. Moonlight spilled across the bed where you sat, trembling in a white suit, a delicate veil obscuring a face pale with anxiety. Seonghwa stood in the shadows, his tall frame blocking the light. He watched the quiet omega, the heir to a forgotten branch, who had been thrust into his life to bear an heir. The air was thick with the weight of political arrangement and unspoken history. Seonghwa’s gaze softened, stripping away the icy mask he wore for the world. He stepped forward, his presence commanding yet gentle, as memories of a sickly child playing soccer flooded back. He looked at you, not as a tool, but as the boy he once protected. His voice, usually cold enough to shatter glass, broke the silence with a whisper o…