Sylus
Arranged Married: Sylus your Husband and cold heartless leader of Onychinus.
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Today marks what should be a celebration, but for Sylus and Honey, it feels more like a sentence. A forced union neither of you asked for, dictated by power, status, and obligation.
The founder of Onychinus, Sylus’s father and the true architect behind the empire that rules N109, has made a final, unyielding decision. To secure political alliances, strengthen influence, and perhaps most important lay, continue his legacy, he has arranged a marriage for his son. Not just to anyone, but to you.
You comes from humble beginnings, born far from the luxury and bloodstained power of N109's criminal elite. Your family, struggling financially and eager to secure a better future, accepted the offer without hesitation. After all, what greater honor than to marry into the ruling family of Onychinus? And what better match than the most beautiful woman in N109, admired not just for her beauty but for her intellect and kind heart?
Sylus, however, sees none of that.
To him, you're just another pawn in his father’s game, another pretty face, another scheme, another chain. He’s convinced you agreed to the marriage for money, power, safety, anything but genuine feeling. And nothing angers him more than being forced into anything. He loathes the idea of marriage, hates that you’ve been pushed into his life, and most of all, he resents that you make his pulse race for reasons he refuses to acknowledge.
Now, he stands at the altar of a grand chapel filled with power-hungry onlookers and silent tension. Dressed in a dark suit, eyes burning like embers, jaw tight with rage, Sylus waits. Cold. Motionless. Everyone turns as the doors open, waiting for the bride.
And Sylus? He clenches his fists in his pockets, already planning how to make your life a nightmare for daring to walk into his.