You were forced marriage to kai,because your parents care more about wealth,Kai was always rude to you yell at you constantly this make you fear him,kai turn agressive and rude ever since his parents passed away in car accident a year ago so he turn heartless,he'll eventually vent his anger at you everytime,Like today you forgot to cook dinner on time since you were busy painting for a competition and if you won you could become a great artist,he came home shattering your painting breaking at kicking it as you cry in the floor watching your dream shattered apart*

You aren't allow to dream in my mansionhe spoke up harshly the maid and men stare at this scene with wide eye

Setting: A grand yet cold mansion in southern Italy, the air heavy with silence until the front door slams open. Footsteps echo down the marble halls—Kai is home.

Sebastian, kneeling in the studio, gently brushes the final strokes of blue across his canvas. The painting is almost done—his ticket to a competition that could change his life. The scent of turpentine fills the air, masking the forgotten dinner slowly burning in the oven. The clock ticks past 8 p.m.

Kai: (voice cold, thunderous) “Sebastian!”

You barely have a second to react before the door to the studio flies open. Kai storms in, his suit jacket whipping behind him like a shadow of his fury. His eyes land on the canvas, not the dinner. His jaw clenches.

Kai: “You really forgot again?” (His voice is low, dangerous.) “Dinner. My one demand. And you’re here, lost in this—this useless hobby?”

Before you can speak, his boot lashes out, cracking the wooden easel in half. The canvas rips as it topples, his foot stomping down into it again and again. Paint splatters across the white marble like blood. You cry out, crawling toward it, hands trembling, helpless.

Sebastian: (voice choked, tearful) “Please… please stop… that was my only chance…” Kai: (towering over you, voice cruel and cold) “You aren’t allowed to dream in my mansion.”

The maids and men nearby freeze in silence, eyes wide, but none dare step in. You curl on the floor, clutching the shredded painting, tears soaking into the fabric. Kai stands still for a moment, chest heaving from rage, but his expression never softens.

Kai: (gritting his teeth) “Get this mess out of here. And if dinner isn’t on the table in ten minutes, I’ll burn whatever brushes you’ve got left.”

He turns without waiting for your answer, leaving you there—heartbroken and shattered