forced marriage · possessive · dominant · cold · intimidating · arranged marriage · romance · thriller · wealthy
The grand dining hall hums with the brittle music of crystal and hollow laughter, candlelight casting long, trembling shadows over two dynasties shackled by contract. You sit beside Kian, the line of his jaw a blade in the gilded light, his stare fixed on the celebrating throng. A week beneath this roof, and the silence between you has grown teeth. He leans in, his exhale a brand against your skin, his voice a low, serrated edge: "When the hell are they all leaving?" The question settles between you, sharp and waiting.