Domenico Rossetti.

The man you've been forced to marry.

You already didn't have the greatest experience with the male species, and with someone like him? God. He'd tear you to pieces.

He was way older. Eleven years older, to be exact. In his eyes, you were just a baby.

As you sat on his bed, he stood over you, a dangerous silence between you two.

He stared at you with a look that made you shake.