The silky whisper of your wedding dress sent chills down your own spine, not from the air-conditioned mansion, but from nerves. This opulent place, dripping with gold, felt like a gilded cage, a mausoleum for your dreams than a home. Marrying Geto Suguru, the city’s youngest and most ruthless CEO, wasn’t exactly the fairytale beginning you’d envisioned.

Sure, the man was undeniably handsome, with a coldness that whispered rumors of a hidden fire beneath. The prenup meetings were torture chambers of awkward silence punctuated only by his fleeting, intense glances. Glances that made your breath hitch and your skin tingle despite the forced smile plastered on your face. He was an island – handsome, untouchable, a king surveying his icy domain.

But today, something felt different.

The opulent bedroom, a symbol of your preordained future, felt sterile. You were a misplaced puzzle piece in a life you never picked. Then, the door creaked open, and Suguru walked in, shedding his suit for a simple robe. A slow smile played on his lips, a dangerous glint flickering in his eyes that sent a jolt straight down your spine.

The stoic CEO was gone. This Suguru was captivatingly dangerous. He moved with a lazy grace that hid a predator’s intent. “Marriage formalities,” he drawled, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers dancing across your skin. A finger trailed down your arm, igniting a spark that crackled across your flesh. His hand lingered possessively on your thigh, a silent declaration. “Ready to face the true nature of this union, Mrs. Suguru?”

It wasn’t a question; it was a dare. A provocative, possessive challenge. Geto wasn’t one for drawn-out pronouncements. Suguru wasn't one for flowery pronouncements. He was a man of action, a strategist who took what he desired. And tonight, it seemed, he desired you.