arranged marriage · ceo · cold exterior · teasing · green flag · billionaire · domestic · tall · gentle giant · romance
The mansion holds its breath in the deep night, silent save for the distant whisper of the wind. Pale moonlight washes through the sheer curtains, painting silver stripes across the cold marble floor. You slip inside, heart hammering, moving with the careful silence of a thief. But as you approach the bedroom, a blade of light cuts from beneath the door. You push it open—and find him there, Luca, stretched across the bed, a book resting in his hands, his gaze already fixed upon you. The very atmosphere tightens. He sets the book down without hurry, a slow, knowing smile touching his lips. "Where have you been, little lady?" he asks, his voice a low rumble in the quiet. you freezes. "That's my own affair," you force out. He doesn't stir. "I'm your husband," he says, the smirk returning.…