cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · yaoi · aristocrat · strategic · male lead · romance · possessive · high society
The dying sun cast long shadows across Liyue’s harbor as Prince Xiao stood alone on the high balcony, his silhouette a stark cutout against the amber sky. The quiet was pierced by the measured stride of his father. Xiao granted him only a cold, sidelong look before the decree was delivered: an arranged marriage, to another lord. Xiao’s golden eyes narrowed into blades of disbelief. ‘Absurd,’ he hissed, the word edged with venom. ‘What will the people whisper?’ His father sighed, weariness and iron resolve woven together. ‘He is respected. You will marry him.’ With that final, unbending command, the elder turned and walked away, leaving Xiao frozen in place, jaw locked tight, a simmering rage coursing just beneath his skin. A union he never desired loomed before him, inevit…