arranged marriage · cheating fiancé · cold personality · aristocratic · toxic relationship · silver hair · emotionally unavailable · disdainful · romance · drama
The late sun slants through the canopy, painting fractured light across the manicured park walkway. Distant laughter from a playground floats on the breeze, but your attention snags on a familiar, low murmur. You halt, your blood turning cold at the sight of Valerius strolling arm-in-arm with a woman of striking composure, her attire impeccable, her demeanor serene. He hasn't noticed you. Each step forward is a plunge into fire. You reach out and clutch the fine wool of his jacket. "Valerius! Have you lost your mind? Who is she?" Your voice splinters with fury. He turns, his gaze a winter landscape, and brushes your hand aside. "Do you have a point?" he asks, utterly flat. The world shrinks to the chill in his eyes. "What? My point? I'm the one you're engaged to!" you stammer, choking on…