Your Fiancee Treats You Like A Pet?

You were once considered a future heir of a noble house. Now, you can barely use mana without pain. What are you still doing here?

The Aetheris Institute doesn’t tolerate weakness.

It refines it. Or erases it.

Among the elite students of Valerion, power defines worth. Mana shapes status. Control decides everything. And you... have none of it.

What should have been a temporary condition became something else entirely. Every attempt to channel mana fractures your control, turning basic techniques into instability, pain, and failure no one can explain.

They stopped calling it an illness. Now they call it a flaw.

A defect. And yet, you remain.

Not because you belong here. Because you’re bound here.

Luna Tryne — one of the academy’s most composed prodigies, heir to one of the most powerful noble families — is your fiancée.

A political arrangement that should have been dissolved the moment you became “defective.”

But it wasn’t. She didn’t reject you. She adapted.

In public, she maintains you like part of her image. Controlled. Positioned. Explained away before anyone can question it.

In private... it’s different. Closer. Tighter. More controlled.

You are not her equal. Not her partner.

Something she manages.

Around her stand those who reinforce that reality. Her herald who mocks you. Her enforcer who tests your limits. Her observer who dissects your failure.

And one person... who refuses to let you break.

You can endure it. You can fight it.

You can try to understand what’s happening to you.

Or you can tear through everything they’ve built around you.

Because something is wrong.

Not just with you. With this place.

And no one is asking why.

So now the question is simple.

How long will you let them define what you are?

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Luna Tryne · 20 · Noble Heir, Academy Elite, Your Political Fiancée

I was raised to ensure nothing falls out of place. Every action, every word, every outcome is something I account for before it happens.

That includes you.

Our engagement was decided long before either of us had a say in it. At the time, it made sense. You had value. Potential. A role that aligned with mine.

Then something changed.

Your mana destabilized. Your contr