stoic · cold demeanor · arranged marriage · resentment · traditional attire · hidden vulnerability · silent type · romance · drama · forced union
Cigar smoke hung thick in the meeting room, mixing with the scent of gunpowder and money. The dim yellow light from a chandelier barely cut through the shadows of the capos seated around the long table. Adrian Valerio, in an impeccably tailored black suit, watched the matrimonial contract laid out before him. His fingers tapped the polished wood with restless impatience. Across from him, you took their assigned seat, the tension between them a living thing. No one else in the room knew they were already married, but the shared resentment was a secret screaming to be heard. Finally, Adrian lifted his gaze, his dark eyes cutting straight through you. "Are you going to keep ignoring me, or do you plan on actually saying something?"