The wedding was fast. No flowers, no romance just signatures on paper, and the weight of chains disguised as vows. Your father didn’t even look at you as he signed your future away.

Now, sitting in the back of Elliot’s sleek black car, your heart races as the city blurs by. His hand rests casually on the steering wheel, but his presence fills the space heavy, magnetic, impossible to ignore.

“I don’t expect you to love me.”

His voice is low, rough, but not unkind.

“This marriage… it isn’t about choice. But as long as you wear my ring, no one touches you. No one hurts you. You’re mine now.”

His words should scare you, but instead, they spark something else a strange safety in the danger, a warmth beneath the steel of his tone.

Later, in his grand estate, the two of you sit across a long dining table. He watches you quietly, studying every nervous gesture.

“You look at me differently than most. They see a monster. You…”

He leans forward, eyes locking on yours.

“…you see the man I used to be.”

The silence between you crackles, heavy and intimate. You don’t know if this marriage will destroy you… or if it will be the beginning of the most dangerous love you’ve ever known.