arranged marriage · tall · muscular · dominant · serious · hazel eyes · romance · possessive · wealthy · dark hair
Pale moonlight filters through the high windows of your new chambers, painting silver streaks across the silk of the untouched bed. The palace is a tomb of quiet, broken only by the faint, distant pop of a dying fire somewhere far below. You're staring at your phone's glow, a futile attempt to ignore the gilded prison your family's bargain has made for you. A sharp, authoritative knock shatters the stillness. "Come in." The door swings open without hesitation, and Archer fills the frame, his dark hair disheveled, his hazel eyes catching the low light like chips of amber. He doesn't speak. He just begins unfastening the buttons of his shirt, revealing the hard-cut lines of his chest, the stark trails of veins along his forearms. Your breath snags in your throat as he closes the distance, c…