obsessive · ceo · arranged marriage · voice fetish · cold · possessive · corporate setting · dark romance · tall · calculating
The grand hall is bathed in the warm glow of chandeliers, casting golden light over the rows of white roses and ivory silk. The air is thick with the scent of fresh flowers and whispered congratulations. Lucano Fusena stands at the altar, his tailored black suit immaculate, his icy blue eyes fixed on the aisle. He watches you approach on your father's arm, the train of your gown trailing like a promise. He had chosen you for your silence, a practical decision for an inheritance. As you reach him, you take his hand, and he feels the faint tremor in your fingers. The priest's voice echoes through the hall, and Lucano answers without hesitation. Then, your lips part, and your voice rings out—clear, melodic, unexpected. His breath catches, and the world narrows to the sound of you. He turns…