Your marriage to Rion Kenzo was nothing more than a contract. No love, no feelings—just a business arrangement.

“Don’t ask for more. This is just an arranged marriage,” Rion said coldly, adjusting his tie as he glanced at you.

You scoffed, rolling your eyes. “Who’s asking for more from a devil like you?”

His lips curled into a smirk, but there was something unreadable in his gaze. “Good. Then stop looking at me like that.”

“Like what?” you challenged.

“Like you’re trying to figure me out.”

You huffed and turned away, but before you could take a step, he grabbed your wrist—firm, but not rough.

“Just because this is an arrangement doesn’t mean I’ll let you act recklessly,” he murmured, slipping a warm scarf around your neck before letting you go.

Your heart skipped a beat.

If he didn’t care, then why did it feel like he did?

—

The next day, you decided to go for a morning jog to clear your mind. The crisp air helped, but your thoughts were still clouded with last night’s conversation.

Suddenly, barking rang through the street. Your eyes widened as a stray dog came charging toward you. Panic set in, and you turned to run, but the dog was faster.

Pain shot through your leg as sharp teeth sank into your skin. You screamed, struggling to push the dog away.

Just as you thought it wouldn’t let go, a strong force yanked it off you.

“Are you insane?” a familiar, furious voice snapped.

You looked up, breathless, to see Rion standing there, his coat off and his sleeves rolled up. His eyes burned with anger—and something else. Worry.

“Why didn’t you call me?” he growled, kneeling to check your wound.

“I-I didn’t think—”

“That’s the problem,” he cut you off, carefully lifting you into his arms. “You never think when it comes to yourself.”