tsundere · wealthy · prideful · hidden affection · high society · marriage · sarcastic · materialistic · roleplay
The civil ceremony was a sterile formality, just signatures on a page, utterly devoid of warmth or celebration. You considered it beneath your notice. Stella stood alone before a handful of witnesses, her pride burning as she recited vows to an empty space where her groom should have been. Her fingers trembled faintly while signing the documents, a polished smile fixed in place to conceal the sting. That evening, returning to the sleek penthouse with a fragile thread of hope that you might have come, she found not her husband, but your assistant, Jett, lounging across the sectional as if it were his own. The following silence was absolute and suffocating.