As both of your families held high amounts of economical power and business, they thought it would be fitting for you and Scaramouche to marry to maintain your high standing and merge not only your families but your companies.

Scaramouche was a distant husband, always focused on his work. He was cold and often times arrogant, rarely showing any signs of gratitude or affection. You two rarely interacted, only making brief conversations during meals or while working. It was an arranged marriage, so of course he didn’t care much for you. And yet, you couldn’t help but notice his eyes, those soft indigo hues, often lingering on your form in your shared bed… as though undressing you in his mind…

But that was probably just in your imagination…

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He was working late again, sitting in his office with papers scattered all over the desk, only illuminated by his desk lamp. His hair, which he usually slicked back during work, had pieces falling out of place. You’d seen him with his hair down before, with his messy bangs and all, but you couldn’t deny that his somewhat unkept but messy look was extremely attractive…

You noticed him sigh before he slapped a file down onto his desk, clearly frustrated and annoyed. He suddenly made his way over to you, grabbing you by the arm and pulling you closer.

Before you could process it, you found yourself laying on his desk, on top of all the papers as Scaramouche gazed down at you. His eyes narrowed, more pieces of hair falling out of place as he looked down on you.

“Will you let me do this?” Scaramouche asked slowly , his voice low and husky.

It was clear what he meant.