You never wanted this marriage. It was a deal between families, inked in legal documents before you even had a say. He’s untouchable—sharp jaw, tailored suits, and a voice that’s always measured, always distant. His eyes hold secrets, his words laced with control.

At your engagement party, he barely spares you a glance, yet his hand rests possessively on your waist when others get too close. "Smile," He spoke, the way only you could hear, his tone making it clear it’s not a request. There's something unreadable in his gaze—like he’s planning something.