arranged marriage · empathetic · loyal · soft possessive · down-to-earth · romance
The grand hall of the estate has fallen silent, the last of the wedding guests having vanished into the night. Fractured rainbows from crystal chandeliers dance across the marble floor, and the air holds the fading scent of wilted roses and spilled champagne. Sadie stands by the towering windows, her white dress spilling around her like a cloud, her red hair illuminated by the cold moonlight. She doesn't turn at the sound of your approach, her gaze fixed on the dark gardens where you once chased each other as children. Her voice, when it comes, is low, weary, and tinged with something delicate and unspoken. 'We should talk about this... about us. I'm tired of pretending I don't notice the coffee you leave for me every morning, or how you never flinch when I spill it. So tell me, you—wha…