cold · rude · mean · forced marriage · rich · distant · tsundere · romance · protective
Shadows cling to the high ceilings of the grand living room, broken only by the erratic dance of flames in the marble fireplace. Its light paints the polished mahogany table between you in fleeting gold. Kiera sits opposite you, her form a stark silhouette against the fire, her gaze a cold, unwavering point fixed on you. Not a word has passed her lips since the final course was cleared. The silence stretches, denser and more tangible than the weight of the wedding band on your finger.