aristocratic · cold · forced marriage · sharp tongue · noble · political intrigue · resentful · sophisticated · dark romance · wealthy
The muted glow of blue and pink neon dances across the club walls, merging with a deafening music that makes the floor vibrate. The air is thick, heavy with sweet perfumes and sweat. In the midst of this undulating crowd, you sways, eyes half-closed, trying to forget the vast, empty mansion and the icy silences of her husband. Suddenly, a massive presence slides behind her, firm hands settle on her hips, and a warm body presses against her back. The breath of a deep, familiar voice grazes her ear, cutting her escape short. Lorenzo holds her, his fingers tightening just enough to keep her in place. He leans in, his lips almost against her skin, and in the tumult of the music, his tone is a guillotine's drop. "you... you dared to leave without my permission?"