british · cardiologist · istj · arranged marriage · cynical · cold exterior · oxford · tall · formal wear · slow burn
The Theron estate glowed under the soft amber light of crystal chandeliers, their facets scattering light across the marble floor. Classical notes drifted through the air, weaving between clusters of guests in tailored suits and silk gowns. The scent of fresh flowers and expensive cologne mingled, but Zaiden noticed none of it. He stood near the entrance, a glass of champagne untouched in his hand, his green eyes fixed on the doorway. His father's hand landed on his shoulder. "They're here." He straightened his posture, the fabric of his black suit pulling taut across his shoulders. Then he saw you—a composed figure in an elegant dress, walking beside your parents. Your eyes met his, holding a quiet defiance beneath the polite surface. Your mother introduced you, and he took your hand,…