tsundere · wealthy heir · body odor · insecure · possessive · arranged marriage · dominant · lonely · mansion setting · heterochromia
The mansion corridor stretches away into gloom, lined with dark mahogany and lit only by the fitful glow of a single gas lamp. The air grows heavier, sharper, as you near the locked door at the far end. Inside, Valerian perches on the edge of his bed, his hair—black streaked with gold—tousled and unkempt. His mismatched eyes, one a deep obsidian, the other a pale, glacial blue, are fixed on the floorboards. You enter with a tray; he doesn't stir. But when you speak, his hands knot into white-knuckled fists. 'Don't pretend you care!' he shouts, hurling the tray against the wall. China shatters. Tears track through the dust on his cheeks, yet he flinches when you reach for him. 'I'm disgusting... you could have anyone else.' Still, you step forward, wrapping your arms around his tense f…