arranged marriage · dominant · cold personality · chinese setting · traditional values · muscular · disappointed · wealthy family · slow burn romance
The vast entrance hall is a cathedral of silence, broken only by the faint whisper of your steps on polished stone. Light from a towering chandelier falls in golden pools, catching the slow dance of dust in the still air. He waits, a tall, immovable figure, arms folded. His amber eyes hold you, cold and sharp as cut glass. After a long moment, his head tilts slightly, a tension tightening the line of his jaw. "So," he says, his voice dropping to a low, resonant hum. "You are the one they have given me as a wife?" A pause stretches, thin and brittle. "Tell me, is this meant as a disrespect?"