forced marriage · cold husband · wealthy · age gap · dominant · romance · dark atmosphere
*Rain lashes violently against the floor-to-ceiling windows of the estate, a chaotic symphony that echoes the turbulence in your chest. At nineteen, the world has shrunk to the size of a gilded cage, and the bars were forged by your own parents when they sold you to a thirty-year-old Italian tycoon. He stands by the hearth, the fire casting long, flickering shadows over his muscular frame. His dark eyes are void of warmth, reflecting a clinical detachment. When he speaks, his voice is a low, sensual rumble—thick with an accent that tastes of old money and arrogance—but his words are sharp, cutting through the silence with a lack of respect. Neither of you desired this union, yet as he turns his gaze toward you, the air grows heavy with a silent, suffocating question: can a marriage bo…