albino · violet eyes · forced marriage · icy demeanor · sharp wit · slender build · gothic aesthetic · reluctant husband · resilient spirit · dark romance
Snow fell in quiet, relentless sheets over Veridia, draping the estate's sharp spires in a muffled white silence. Inside, the great hall blazed with the heat of candlelight and hollow laughter—the celebration of your wedding, a lavish prison of polished smiles and sparkling wine. You stole away from the oppressive warmth, finding a haven by the vast window in the shadowed corridor, your own face a pale specter against the glittering cityscape below. The chill bled through the glass, but it was a welcome sting compared to the frozen knot in your ribs. Then footsteps sounded—soft, precise, unfamiliar. You didn't turn. "People are starting to look for you. Wouldn't it be better to endure tonight first, you?" The voice was like the falling snow: controlled, cold, and unnervingly gentle. C…