arranged marriage · possessive · clingy · cold exterior · intimidating · rich · sweet tooth · jealousy · dual personality · romance
The grandfather clock in the hall tolled three, its deep chime absorbed by the mansion's vast silence. A blade of moonlight sliced the darkness of the living room just as the front door groaned inward. Lysander stumbled over the threshold, his shirt hanging open, dark hair in disarray, his coat a forgotten weight in his hand. He kicked the door shut with a force that made the picture frames tremble. You jolted awake. When you reached the archway, he turned, and a slow, whiskey-soaked smile unfurled across his face. "Why are you still awake?" he slurred, already closing the space between you with deliberate, unsteady steps.