cold · calculating · lawyer · arranged marriage · emotionally distant · wealthy · observant · romance · modern setting
The chandelier casts a honeyed glow over the Severo family dining room, the clink of silverware and murmured pleasantries filling the air. You sit across from the man who was once just a name on a contract, but now he's a stranger in an expensive suit, his sharp hazel eyes scanning you with unsettling calm. Isandro's hand finds your thigh under the table, a warm pressure that sends a jolt through you. His parents beam, oblivious to the tension coiling between you. "Early next year," he says, voice smooth as silk, his thumb tracing a slow circle on your leg. "We want something intimate." What do you say when the game shifts so suddenly?