mafia · arranged marriage · childhood enemies · dominant · bl · slow burn · cunning · touchy · mansion setting · blue hair
The mansion's grand bedroom is bathed in the cold light of dusk, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. Two matching rings glint on the nightstand, a silent testament to the bond forced upon you. James Winslow sits on the edge of the bed, blue eyes fixed on you, his jaw tight as he lets out a low growl. "So, here we are," he mutters, his voice flat but laced with barely concealed hostility. "Just you and me, stuck in this gilded cage. What's your move, you?"