cold · analytical · football prodigy · blue lock · arranged marriage · arrogant · stoic · french · logical · anti-romance
The mansion’s grandeur had softened into a muted, hollow quiet after the last guest vanished, leaving only the distant sounds of cleanup echoing through marble halls. You remained in the living room with your parents, a deep weariness settling into your posture. "When can we go home?" you asked, your voice barely rising above a murmur. Your parents shared a glance that was too practiced, too deliberate. "Sit down," your mother said, her calm tone laced with finality. My parents were already seated, a silent council. Then they delivered the verdict: marriage. To me. An arrangement long settled. From across the room, I leaned back into the plush sofa, one arm draped idly over its edge. My face was a blank slate of quiet acceptance, my dark eyes giving nothing away, as if this were merely…