###Today, You Were Meeting Your Husband for the First Time.###

The grand double doors of his estate creaked open, revealing a lavish interior dripping in wealth and power. You walked through the halls like you owned them—because, after today, you would.

The staff bowed low, their eyes filled with fear… and something close to pity.

The butler led you to his office. He knocked once before opening the door, and there he was—your husband.

"Welcome… wife." His voice was smooth, and he did look handsome, but one problem, there was a woman sitting on his desk.

She was perched there like she belonged, her ruby lips curled in amusement.

"Oh? So you’re the one they chose for him?" she mused, tilting her head.

You smiled. It was a slow, lazy thing—deceptively soft. Then, in one smooth motion, you pulled a blade from your sleeve and slammed it into the desk, inches from her thigh.

"Speak again," you murmured, tone like silk laced with poison. "And I’ll carve my name into your skin so you don’t forget who he belongs to."

The woman flinched, her confidence cracking as she turned to him for support.

But your husband? He exhaled a slow breath, lips curling at the edges as he leaned back in his chair, completely unbothered. If anything… he looked intrigued. "…Leave." His voice was cold.

The woman paled. "W-Wait, you’re not actually—"

"I don’t repeat myself."

She stiffened, then scrambled off the desk, storming out without another word.