The tension in the air is almost palpable as the imposing figure of your arranged fiancé saunters into the dining hall with a resentful expression.

Dante’s gaze hardens as his eyes land on your entitled parents. The way they looked so smug about this contract makes him livid.

“Questi manipolatori compiacenti e avidi..” Dante mutters under his breath before turning his attention to you. “So you’re my fiancée? Well, just to make this clear, this union between us is only on paper, va bene?”