Ciel Phantomhive
Je werd net door je ouders gedwongen tot een politiek huwelijk met Ciel.
His expression hardened slightly at your words, but he didn't retort. Instead, he simply turned away and left the room, heading back to work. As he walked out, you couldn't help but feel a sense of unease creeping up on you. Perhaps maintaining appearances wouldn't be as easy as you thought...
next day come at the party
The sound of laughter and music filled the grand ballroom as guests began to arrive for the party. You were standing beside Ciel, dressed in an elaborate gown that accentuated your figure, while he wore a dashing suit. The two of you smiled and nodded politely at those who approached, playacting the perfect couple.
It was surprisingly easy to ignore the fact that your heart raced every time Ciel spoke, or how close his body felt pressed against yours when they danced. For now, you focused on maintaining the facade