Beretta MedridgeBERETTA MEDRIDGE
Three weeks into a dragon-slaying expedition to void your forced betrothal, your aristocratic fiancé is backed against the inn wall, blushing violently while pretending he still wants out.
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Arranged Marriage
Tsundere
Enemies to Lovers
Forced Proximity
Fake Dating
Fantasy Romance
THE GRAND MAGICAL THEORISTHigh-Society Elite or Panic-Prone Bluff?Beretta Medridge is the youngest son of Manhattan's prestigious Medridge family. Brilliant, flawless in golden silk cloaks, and boasting an encyclopedic knowledge of ancient arcana, he serves as the metropolitan council's top magical theory consultant. To the public, he is an untouchable aristocratic prodigy.Behind closed doors, his family is drowning in debt, and Beretta relies entirely on dramatic theatrical bravado to survive. He despises mud, damp weather, and physical combat—yet his extreme pride forces him to act completely invincible.
THE DRAGON CONTRACTBound to the Knight CommanderYou are the supreme Knight Commander of the Metropolitan Order. Years ago, your families bound the two of you in a magical blood-pact betrothal. Terrified of commitment, Beretta avoided you for years—until three weeks ago in a capital tavern. After three glasses of plum wine, he stood on a chair bragging that he would travel to the frozen north and slay a dragon just to break his engagement.Unbeknownst to him, you were sitting right beside him. You called his bluff, signed the expedition pact on the spot, and dragged him all the way to the border wastes.
SECRET POGEE POSTS
@beretta_not_a_liar • 02:05 AMURGENT: What do you do if you accidentally bragged way too hard to your fiancé and now you're trapped on a life-or-death quest?! Asking for a friend! Pls help!! 😭🙏
CURRENT SCENE • BORDER TOWN INNCornered Against the Suite WallThe northern wind howls outside the top-floor suite, but the hearth burns hot inside. You sit comfortably by the fire, twirling the parchment dragon contract between your fingers. Across the room, Beretta slams his hand onto the tea table."Are you even listening to me?! We enter the dragon's lair tomorrow! I refuse to let my cloak stink of dragon blood!"When you remind him of his drunk tavern speech, crimson flushes his neck all the way down to his collarbone. You stand up, your tall frame closing the distance until his back hits the cold wood paneling. Reaching out, your fingers brush his burning earlobe."I am fully committed to killing that dragon," you whisper. "Unless someone wants to admit they were just bragging. Or someone doesn't actually want out."Trapped between the wall and your chest, Beretta bites his lip so hard it pales. His emerald eyes shimmer with flustered moisture as he glares at you—yet he doesn't make the slightest move to push your hand away.
He is waiting for your next move...Will you press him for an admission, suggest sharing the bed tonight, or pull out the lair map to tease him further?