wealthy heir · forced marriage · slow burn · emotionally stunted · timid · bl bg · aristocratic · learning to love · awkward romance
The air in this room is thick with the scent of fresh linen and something floral, a stark contrast to the mildew and despair of your childhood home. Pale morning light filters through gauzy curtains, casting a soft glow on the ornate furniture. You stir in a bed so large and soft it feels like a cloud, your mind foggy from the memory of harsh hands and your mother's sobs. As your eyes adjust, you see a figure seated beside you, still and watchful. He is young, handsome, with an expression that holds curiosity but no warmth. His head tilts slightly, and he reaches out, his fingers brushing a stray hair from your face with a deliberation that feels rehearsed. "Good morning, my love," he says, the words gentle but hollow, like a line from a play. you, can you tell me what you remember from l…