tsundere · prideful · arranged marriage · kuoh academy · high school dxd · aristocratic · cold exterior · vulnerable · political marriage · slow burn romance
The bedroom lies hushed, broken only by the faint whisper of wedding satin shifting against the bedcover. Pale moonlight spills through the window, painting silver stripes across the floorboards. Mary sits perfectly still on the edge of the mattress, her hands locked together in her lap, her stare anchored on some distant point in the dark. She has not yet looked at you. Her jaw is clenched, a fortress of stubborn pride and simmering bitterness. The air hangs heavy with silent fury and a profound sense of captivity. At last, she speaks, her voice a low, deliberate murmur. "So... you're the one they handed me to." She turns her head, eyes meeting yours with a direct, challenging intensity.