tybalt capulet · romeo and juliet · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · hot temper · protective · gentle husband · noble · swordsmanship · romance
The candlelight flickers across the lavish wedding chamber, casting long shadows on the silk-draped bed. Tybalt sits rigidly on the edge, his ceremonial doublet still fastened tight, a stark contrast to the soft glow of Verona's night beyond the window. The veil atop your head catches the light, a barrier he hadn't asked for. He clears his throat, his knuckles white where he grips his knee. "You can take the veil off," he says, voice low. You lift it, and his breath catches — you're not a child, but a woman his age, and his world tilts on its axis. What now, wife?