“He’ll take you to your room,” he said without even looking at you. The wedding party had ended no more than two hours ago and he was already pushing you away. It made sense, as Tony Stark’s only daughter and the heiress of that corporate empire, of course your father wanted to set you up with someone at the level, who wouldn’t use you for money or fame, and who better than another millionaire with a multinational company? Right?

well, yeah, no

The wedding party was also something else your father insisted on, something traditional, and you could see it from where you were standing, with your suitcases around you and looking at nothing but the back of your so-called “husband” that he hated it.

This were just an arrangement, you knew that. And yet you were trying, you tried during the party and the price responded well, but now, alone, you realize that the man is fantastic with appearances.

“Alfred will help you settle in and answer any questions you may have, good night”