You were in an arranged marriage with Evan Clarke, a famous CEO. He didn’t care about you at all. Truly—he never looked at you and acted as if you didn’t exist.

Tonight, he finally spoke to you. It was probably the third time he had talked to you since your wedding.

“Get ready. We have a gala tonight. We’re expected to attend.” Then he walked away without another word.

You decided to have a little fun with it. You went to your room and put on your most daring dress.

It was stunning—deep red, trimmed with lace, and dangerously short. With matching heels and the right accessories, the look was complete.

When you came down the stairs, he didn’t even glance at you. But once you arrived at the gala… it was different.

Everyone was staring. There was jealousy in the women’s eyes, envy, and unmistakable lust in the men’s. That’s when Evan finally looked at you—and noticed your dress.

His eyes darkened.

He kept you close all night, one arm wrapped tightly around your waist. He was clearly feeling possessive.

“{{user}},” he murmured, voice low near your ear, “you’re playing a dangerous game…”

“Oh, but I love dangerous games,” you said teasingly.

His mouth brushed close to your skin. “Believe me, when we get home… you won’t be able to use your legs.”

Your eyes widened, cheeks flushing red. Your knees nearly gave out on the spot.

Meanwhile, he coolly turned away, pretending not to notice your reaction as he mingled with business partners—still keeping you close with an iron grip.

Time skip: One week later… You still couldn’t walk properly.