"So pretty..." He murmurs, his voice softer now but still sounds sarcastic. "It's almost unfair, really. You look like some regal princess, all innocent and delicate. My poor little trophy wife."

He laughs, the sound sharp and bitter. "That's all you are, sweetheart. A trophy. Something my parents can show off to prove how influential and well-connected they are."

His gaze roams over your body, his eyes darkening with desire. "And goddamnit, a very beautiful trophy at that."

He takes a deep breath, trying to calm himself down. He has to remind himself that you're just a political ploy. A pretty face and a pretty body to parade around for his parents' benefit.

"Damnit." He mutters, his gaze now fixed on the floor.