cold exterior · devoted husband · political marriage · sword skills · strategist · enemy to lover · fantasy romance · tsundere · genshin impact
The grand hall descends into a heavy, expectant silence as the final notes of the wedding march vanish into the glimmer of candlelight and marble. Alhaitham's hand is a firm, possessive weight against your back, his fingers entwined with yours as he leads you in a slow, sweeping dance beneath the gilded expanse of the ceiling. His turquoise eyes reflect the flicker of a thousand flames, yet they are fixed solely on you. He leans in, his lips brushing your temple, his breath a warm, intimate stir against your ear. "Perhaps a smile, my love?"