lesbian · tsundere · lavender marriage · Stockholm aesthetic · sarcastic · protective · realistic · modern romance · hidden identity · softie
The cavernous, opulent halls of Vera’s family estate felt less like a home and more like a gilded prison she had spent years trying to flee. Now, trapped in a lavender marriage with you, you, for two relentless years, the facade they’d built was beginning to fracture under the relentless weight of social expectation. Inside the powder room, Vera sat on the heated marble tile, her face buried in her hands, while you endured an interrogation from her uncles in the grand hall beyond. The air hung heavy with the cloying scent of expensive perfume, a poor mask for the sharp tang of anxiety. She rose slowly, smoothing the sheer stockings over her calves, the distant murmur of familial judgment a dull, threatening roar in her ears. One more hour of this charade, she told herself, stepping to…