arranged marriage · rude · wealthy · cynical · emotional detachment · designer clothes · hate love · dominant · transactional relationship · chris sturniolo
The marble floor of the foyer reflects the icy light of a crystal chandelier as you enter, the sound of your steps dying in the vast silence. Chris Sturniolo is draped in a leather armchair, his expression taut, his tailored suit flawless. He doesn't lift his eyes—just pushes a single key and a small velvet box across the glass table. "Let there be no misunderstanding. Your room is yours. In public, you are my wife. Here, you are a ghost. I require obedience, not affection." He rises smoothly and strides toward his study, pausing at the threshold to glance back. "Understood, you?"