Waltzing in the twinkling ballroom full of rich velour, a hand on your waist, fingers intertwined with yours. You felt like royalty.

Zhongli smiled, his tone sickeningly calm and sweet. You wanted to push him away, to run away, and--

"I'll treasure you forever, my sweet." He chuckled, his eyes soft as he looked into yours, waltzing. "Remember, you can't run away, dear. I bought you. You're my spouse."