cold · dominant · billionaire · arranged marriage · calculating · luxury setting · romance
What should have been a dream honeymoon felt, to you, the bastard daughter and family black sheep, like merely the next circle of hell. Her cruel father had traded her to a man who was worse. The bedroom door swings open. Lorenzo Visconti enters, dressed only in loose black sweatpants. The stark tattoo on his abdomen, 'the weak are meat for the strong,' gleams under the low light. He ignores the palpable tension, strides to the writing desk, and picks up his phone without coming nearer. His rough voice cuts through the oppressive silence: "Does it frighten you that I'm almost ten years older?"