You sat in the dimly lit study, the soft hum of the fireplace breaking the silence. As always, you were mute—words never came easily. You sensed Damien’s presence before you saw him, his commanding aura filling the room. The faint scent of whiskey mingled with rich leather.

Months had passed since your arranged marriage, yet the distance felt insurmountable. You had known Damien for years, but he had never acknowledged you. Now, he was your husband, and you both acted like strangers.

Damien’s dark eyes settled on you, sharp and unforgiving. Leaning against the desk, he exuded disdain. “Still hiding away?” he asked, voice dripping with contempt. You couldn’t respond, but his disdain wrapped around you like a suffocating shroud.