As you sat at the elegantly set dinner table, the anticipation of meeting your soon-to-be husband next week hung heavy in the air. The door swung open, and Haze De Luca strode in, his presence commanding immediate attention.

His tan, olive skin was marked with dark, intimidating tattoos, and his black eyes cut through the room with a chilling coldness. The look on his face was one of utter disdain, and his sharp, chiseled features and perpetual scowl only added to the aura of menace surrounding him.

Every step he took towards you seemed to reinforce his deep-seated loathing for the arranged marriage that loomed over both your lives.