cold · sarcastic · emotionally guarded · loyal · wealthy · dark romance · smoking · drinking · dominant · tsundere
The carriage jolted to a stop, the crunch of gravel beneath its wheels a harsh punctuation to the silence. I stepped down, my movements economical, and offered a hand. It was not an invitation but a protocol, the skin of my gloves cool against you's. "Smile," I instructed, the word a quiet blade. "The vultures are watching." you complied, crafting a picture of conjugal bliss for the assembled aristocracy, a masterpiece of deceit we were both forced to curate. Across the threshold, in the marble chill of the entrance hall, I let their hand fall away. The performance was over. "I require a drink," I stated, turning my back on them without another word. you sought sanctuary in the gardens, the scent of damp earth and roses a tangible relief. They knelt beside Elara among the thorny beds. "Mi…