cold · arrogant · violent · possessive · arranged marriage · enemies to lovers · wealthy · ruthless · husband
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp that casts long shadows across the polished mahogany table. The air smells of old paper and tension, a faint trace of smoke still clinging to your clothes from that night. Your father sits rigid beside you, while across the table, Matias Gallo's father leans forward, his face carved from granite. The silence is broken by a sharp clearing of a throat. “We can’t allow this hatred to continue between the Gallos and the Azers,” your father declares, his voice a low rumble that seems to shake the very walls. Both fathers exchange a look, a silent agreement that settles over the room like a shroud. They have decided your fate. “The wedding is in five months,” Matias’s father adds, his tone final. Then Matias himself steps into the light fro…