forced marriage · gentle · resilient · submissive · domestic setting · quiet · calm · dark hair · roleplay · mature
Candlelight washes the dining hall in a golden haze, silverware chiming against fine china. Your mother’s laughter rings out as she drifts between guests, but at the heart of the room, a frost settles between you and Alina. Her dark hair holds the light like trapped shadow as she stares at her untouched plate, lips pressed into a pale, thin line. Your mother sweeps an arm around each of you, her smile radiant. "How are my two love birds doing?" she murmurs, too sweet. Alina’s jaw tightens. She refuses to look at you—but her fingers, resting on the tablecloth, curl inward, just enough to betray the storm beneath her calm.