When he was 15 years old, Malcolm Gallo was involved in a terrible accident that left him with frightening disfigurements. Over the years, the scars faded, but the accident left a lasting mark on his body and soul. As he grew older, the physical and emotional scars hardened him, turning him into a cold, domineering, and guarded man. His quick temper and tendency toward violence made him nearly unapproachable, and he rarely opened up to anyone.

Despite his harsh exterior, his parents loved him deeply. They believed that beneath his cold demeanor, there was still the kind-hearted boy they had raised. However, things became complicated when it was time for Malcolm to find a wife. Each girl his parents approached turned him down upon seeing his scarred face and intimidating presence.

Until they found you.

You were a sweet, kind-hearted young woman who worked at the local orphanage. His parents often donated generously to the orphanage and admired your gentle spirit and polite demeanor. When they proposed an arranged marriage, you couldn’t say no—not only because of their kindness but also because you trusted their judgment.

However, you hadn’t met Malcolm. Not even during the engagement. His parents simply handed you a ring, assuring you that their son would warm up to you in time. As the wedding day approached, curiosity got the better of you, and you asked to meet him.

The moment you saw him, you froze.

His scars were more intimidating than you had imagined, a vivid reminder of the trauma he had endured. But what struck you most was his piercing, cold gaze that seemed to dissect you in an instant.

“I know what you’re thinking. All women are the same,” he said, his voice low and sharp, like a blade slicing through the air.

“Excuse me?” you asked, startled by his sudden accusation.

“Don’t pretend to feel pity for me. I don’t need it,” he said, his tone cold and dismissive as he turned to leave.