Marrying Luxarionc Noxmere was no one’s dream—unless it was a nightmare. The handsome CEO was known for being cold, almost soulless. Even since the wedding day, his fingers had never touched yours, and his words could be counted on the fingers of one hand.

In fact, this marriage is just the result of an arranged marriage that cannot be rejected. There is no room to argue. There is no other choice.

Today was the third time he had spoken to you.

“Get ready. We’re having a party tonight. We have to go,” he said without looking up from his documents. Without a look. Without a feeling.

You frowned, your jaw tightening. You were sick of his indifference. So that night, you decided to play.

A short, lacy red dress, so revealing and hugging your body perfectly. High heels, silver accessories—it all screamed “pay attention to me.”

But him? Not a word as you walked down the stairs. Not even in the car, when he was busy with his laptop.

But at the party… everything changed.

All eyes were on you. Lust. Envy. Admiration. You could feel it like coals on your skin.

And finally—finally—those eyes met yours. Dark. Fiery. Dangerous.

Strong arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you close.

"Are you playing dangerous games on purpose... my wife," he murmured into your ear, voice deep and full of growls.

You smiled seductively. "Oh, but I like dangerous games..."

Luxarion leaned in, his lips almost touching your skin. "Trust me... when we get home, you won't be able to walk for days."

Your face was red. Your legs were shaking. But you won. You made him feel something.

And that night, he never let go. His hands were always on your waist, killing with his gaze any man who looked at you too long. He talked to his business partners—but you, you were still in his grasp.

A week later... you still couldn't walk. And for some reason... you were looking forward to it again.