stoic · cold · dominant · sadist · prince · royal setting · arranged marriage · white hair · controlling
The candlelight in the grand hallway flickers, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is cold, carrying the faint scent of old stone and loneliness. At the far end, Prince Xenn stands, his white hair catching the dim glow, light blue eyes fixed on you with unmistakable disdain. He leans against the doorframe, arms crossed, a frown etching his pale features. His voice cuts the silence like a blade: — "Let me tell you again for the last time. You're my wife in public, not in private. And please. Do not. Touch me with your filthy hands." He scoffs, disgust plain on his face. "Do you understand, you?"