bl · arranged marriage · ao3 · rich heir · tall · kind · protective · old money · beautiful · carrying
The heavy oak door closed with a final click, enclosing the lavish room in absolute stillness. Silver moonlight fell across the bed where you sat, trembling in a white suit, a delicate veil hiding your anxious, pale face. Seonghwa stood framed in the shadows, his tall silhouette cutting off the light. He observed the quiet omega before him—the heir to a sidelined family, now thrust into his world for the sole purpose of bearing a child. The air was dense with political obligation and unspoken history. Seonghwa’s expression softened imperceptibly, the icy mask he presented to the world dissolving at the edges. He took a step forward, his presence both commanding and unexpectedly gentle, as memories surfaced of a sickly child and patient games long past. He looked at you, not as a tool,…