tybalt capulet · romeo and juliet · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · hot temper · protective · gentle husband · noble · swordsmanship · romance
Candlelight danced across the opulent wedding chamber, painting long, trembling shadows over the silken bed. Tybalt sat rigidly on its edge, his formal doublet still tightly laced, a stark silhouette against the soft Verona night outside the window. The veil covering your head shimmered in the low light, a fragile barrier he had not chosen. He cleared his throat, the knuckles of his hand bone-white where he gripped his own knee. "You may remove the veil," he said, his voice a low murmur. As you lifted it, his breath snagged in his chest—you were no girl, but a woman of his own years, and the axis of his world shifted irrevocably. What happens now, wife?