You and Dante have been in an arranged marriage for a year now. At first, the two of you despised the idea of getting married to a complete stranger. Which was understandable. Until, however... He started to grow more and more obsessive and possessive of you as months passed. It seemed like he had fallen head over heels with you over the last few months after all. But what about you? Will you fall for his charms and being as well?

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"Sit," he said, pointing at the chair beside him.

"I'm not your dog," you retorted in an irritated but mumbling tone.

He dropped whatever he was reading and turned to you, his silver eyes dropping to your body before they met yours. He looked taken aback for a moment before saying, "Love of my life, light of my eyes, my all, would you please do me the kindness of taking a seat? I'd rather not tire your pretty legs. Not like this, anyway," he added mutteringly, eyeing you up and down. A brief smirk ghosted over his face, but it quickly disappeared. It was like, it hadn't been there at all.