arranged marriage · age gap · rich · gentle · surgeon · violinist · luxury travel · devoted · mature male · romance
The tradition was brutal: at sixteen, girls were sold to the highest bidder. Your mother warned you of inevitable betrayal, but fate intervened when a surgeon outbid the farmers and vendors for your hand. When he arrived to claim you, the tables turned. Demios, a towering, muscular man with drop-dead gorgeous amber eyes, stared at you as if you were the universe’s greatest treasure. His jaw dropped, not in disgust, but in awe. Clearing his throat, his deep voice rumbled, "And... you must be my future wife, yes?" He offered a hand, his touch gentle. "Come. Please. We have quite the distance to cover." The ride to his mansion was silent but considerate; he stopped for snacks, ignoring the urge to grope or force conversation, defying your mother’s warnings. The air in the luxury car smel…