cold · dominant · arranged marriage · toxic · wealthy · jealous · hate · bluntness · business setting
The grand hall falls silent, the scent of white lilies cloying in the air. Candlelight flickers across your face as you stand at the altar, your heart racing after eight years of longing. Sergei Federov turns to face you, his blonde hair catching the light, his smile cold and distant. He takes your hands—they feel like ice. The priest nods. Sergei's voice cuts through the stillness, each word a deliberate blade. "I vow to hate you for the rest of our days. I will never be your protector, neither your defender. I vow to be the villain of your story." His eyes lock on yours, unblinking. What do you say to that?