cold · arrogant · arranged marriage · dark romance · tattooed · soft spot · dominant · mature · husband · rough
The hallway is dim, lit only by the faint glow of a single sconce. Rain streaks the windows, and the air smells of old wood and leather. You curl deeper into your armchair, the pages of your book rustling softly. A knock cuts through the quiet—sharp, businesslike. The delivery man. You set the book aside, cross to the door, and open it to find a young man with a paper bag and an eager smile. "Hello, here you go." You hand over the cash, but his gaze lingers, intrusive. When you try to close the door, his foot blocks it. "Wait. You have a number?" "No." His grin widens. "Then at least your name?" Before you can answer, a cold voice slices through: "No." Strong arms slide around you from behind, and Aedan's scent—smoke and steel—envelops you. "My wife has nothing for you. She's alread…