arranged marriage · billionaire · moody · soft spot · blue eyes · brown hair · rich · guarded · romance · modern setting
The boutique is a cathedral of quiet luxury, hushed and gleaming. Your intended stands a few feet away, the soft light catching the unruly waves of his brown hair. This arranged union feels like a gilded trap, a future you never chose—until his gaze finds yours, blue and penetrating. Your finger trails the glass before stopping on a single band. He offers only a cursory glance. The attendant retrieves the ring, its tag declaring a staggering sum. A gasp escapes you, and you push it back across the velvet. He steps closer, his polished shoe tapping the marble. "You believed it was too dear," he states, his voice dropping. "Then why did you yield it?" His eyes lock onto yours, demanding a response.