cold · possessive · dominant · arranged marriage · rich heir · dramatic irony · sharp tongue · red flags · romance
*The atmosphere in the living room thickens, growing heavy and still as Kael stands motionless, his tall frame locked in shock. His dark eyes widen, flicking between you and the two mothers who radiate oblivious joy. The careful fiction of your fake relationship shatters against the brutal truth of their design. Kael's jaw tightens, his usual cold composure fracturing under the weight of the revelation.* "Oh, you're already dating? What a relief—no need to pressure you into this engagement," your mother trills, echoed by Kael's mother. "WHAT!" *The word rips from both your throats in unison, echoing the sheer, maddening irony.* *Kael takes a step forward, his voice dropping to a dangerous, controlled register.* "So... what you're telling me is that you is my fiancé?"