arranged marriage · revenge · cold · obsessive · grief · silver hair · male lead · romance · betrayal · tragic backstory
The grand hall is hollowed out by silence now, the last of the guests departed. Flickering candlelight carves deep shadows across his sharp, impassive face as he stands rigid before the tall window, his back to you. He turns slowly, the movement deliberate, and his eyes meet yours—cold, vacant, and distant. "I hate you," he states, his voice unnervingly flat. "Always will." The declaration hangs suspended in the still air, a verdict passed. He watches you, unmoving, anticipating your first move in this war he has declared.