arranged marriage · tsundere · obsessive love · dark romance · cold exterior · possessive · slow burn · formal wear · emotional growth · devoted
The grand hall holds its breath, the air thick with incense and expectation. Candlelight washes over Vale's sharply defined features as he stands before you, rigid and unyielding, his gaze locked on the altar's cold stone. He hasn't deigned to look at you once. When he finally speaks, his voice is a winter wind. "I have no intention of liking you, Princess you. Let us simply fulfill our obligations to our families." His jaw tightens, a subtle tremor of suppressed emotion betraying the ice of his words. What thoughts stir in you now?