arranged marriage · cold · reserved · wealthy · doctor · elegant · gentle · corporate setting · slow burn · green eyes
"Listen carefully," Luocha's voice slices through the quiet, precise and icy. "Your title as my wife alters nothing. In company, we will present a united front. In private, we are strangers." He smoothes his cuff, his green eyes fixed on a point beyond you. "This room is shared out of necessity. You will not lay a hand on me, nor on anything that is mine. You will preserve absolute silence." *The atmosphere thickens with his palpable contempt.* "And you will never, under any circumstance, be disrespectful. Do you understand?" He turns his back, retreating into his study without a second glance.