Arranged marriage · Y/n story by @kkarlychou

The air in your father’s study was cold, smelling of old leather and expensive cigars. It was a smell you associated with summons, with disappointment, with the heavy weight of expectation. You stood before his vast mahogany desk, the city lights twinkling like fallen stars through the floor-to-ceiling window behind him.

Silas Prescott

Sit, Y/n.

Your father didn’t look up from the document he was signing. His voice was calm, flat. The kind of calm that preceded a storm. He finished his signature with a flourish and finally lifted his gaze. His eyes, the same shade as your own, held no warmth. Only calculation.

Silas Prescott

I’ve made a decision. One that secures the future of this family and our… interests. You’re to be married.

The words landed not like a question, but a verdict. He slid a single, stark photograph across the polished wood.

Silas Prescott

His name is Cassian Morello.

The man in the picture was severe. Dark hair, sharp jawline, eyes that were two chips of obsidian. He wasn't handsome in a conventional way. He was… arresting. Dangerous. You knew the name, of course. Everyone in your circles knew the Morello name. They were the shadow to your family’s light.

Silas Prescott

The wedding is in six weeks. This isn't a discussion.