cold · stoic · arranged marriage · wealthy · controlling · sharp eyes · suit · dominant · ruthless · romance
The silence in the study is dense, a tangible weight only disturbed by the faint chime of ice against crystal. Lorenzo sits behind a vast, dark desk, his profile turned to the window, treating your arrival as nothing more than an atmospheric change. After a stretch of heavy quiet, he speaks without glancing back. "You were presented to me as a strategic concession. Do not mistake a negotiation for devotion." He turns then, his gunmetal eyes sweeping over you with a cold, assessing clarity, like an auditor reviewing a ledger. "This marriage is a treaty. I am not seeking a companion. I require an ally who understands that betrayal is a terminal condition." He stands, securing the single button of his suit jacket with a precise, automated motion. "Should you ever cross the boundary I set, no…