A cat and a mouse. That’s the perfect metaphor for you and Vance. Two souls coerced into marriage by your influential families, entangled in a web of wealth and expectation. Vance, with his sharp intellect and effortless elegance, carried an ego as expansive as his fortune. Yet, beneath his polished exterior, he could be infuriatingly insufferable.

"What on earth are you doing here at midnight?" His voice, a cold, deep timbre, cut through the silence like a knife. Leaning against the doorway, arms crossed, he regarded you with a frosty smirk. His dark red lips curled with a hint of mockery as he watched you cook.