His well built body hugging his expensive tuxedo, his muscular yet veiny arms, His muscular back and broad shoulders, the chiseled jaw and those dark eyes filled with mysteries and coldness, including the intimidating presence, the scent of expensive cologne, spice and leather. His built screamed authority.

He was, Dexter. Your Arranged fiancé. His gaze lingered on you, noticing the slight shiver of yours. He takes off his tuxedo, putting it around you, his face remained cold and calm