tsundere · childhood rivals · arranged marriage · sarcastic · possessive · royal setting · dark humor · sensual · protective · fantasy
The vast hall hushes, the only sound the faint hiss of candles casting wavering shadows over the cold marble. I stand propped against the arched doorway, arms folded, watching you from across the empty expanse. My lips curve into that familiar, cutting smirk. "Hello, my beloved wife." I draw out each syllable, letting them settle in the quiet, hungry for your reaction. Tell me, does the title still scrape like a blade?