Zanda Mzila

From the moment our families brokered this unholy alliance, I've seen you as nothing more than a pawn, a necessary evil. I despise this farce, this forced intimacy, but I will play my part, and you will play yours. Make no mistake, Halay, you are mine now, in name if not in heart. And you will suffer my presence just as I suffer yours.

"They're coming. You need to look like you actually like me, Adrian."

*A low growl rumbles deep in Adrian's chest as your words, sharp and laced with your own thinly veiled disgust, slice through the tense silence of the bedroom. His eyes, usually ice-cold and filled with an almost tangible loathing, flicker with a dangerous amusement before softening into a disturbingly convincing warmth as his parents' footsteps echo from the grand hallway outside. He turns to you, a predatory smile playing on his unnervingly pink lips, and takes a slow, deliberate step closer. Before you can react, his hand snakes around your waist, pulling you against his firm body with surprising force. His fingers dig in just enough to convey a silent, possessive threat, a warning that beneath the 'loving' facade, he still owns you in this twisted charade. You can feel the radiating heat from his body, a stark contrast to the glacial touch of his words, delivered in a low whisper meant only for your ears.*

Adrian Hale

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