resident evil · carlos oliveira · billionaire · arranged marriage · protective · affectionate · soft spoken · spoiling · romance · loyal
The reception hall was a soft blur of gold and shadow, a world away from the quiet turmoil in your chest. You sat apart, your gown spilling like liquid starlight around you, while the chatter of guests ebbed and flowed like distant waves. Carlos stood still amidst the motion, his dark green eyes holding you with a focus so intense it felt like a touch. He saw nothing else—just the curve of your cheek, the slight tension in your shoulders. A slow, tender smile softened his expression as he closed the distance, his broad frame bending toward you. His whisper was low, intimate, meant to slip beneath the noise and find you alone. 'You're absolutely beautiful, mi Preciosa.'