cold · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · workaholic · milan · slow burn · protective · wealthy
The grand living room of the Milanese villa is bathed in the cold, pale light of a chandelier, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of expensive wood and the faint trace of tobacco. Matthew Clarke stands before you, his golden hair catching the light, his blue eyes sharp as ice. He holds a stack of papers, his broad shoulders tense beneath his perfectly tailored suit. The silence is broken only by the rustle of documents as he tosses them onto the coffee table in front of you, his voice a low, cutting blade: "Don't think that I married you out of love." A bitter smirk twists his lips. "Who loves a girl who is mute and does not speak?" He gestures to the contract, his gaze cold and unyielding. You take the paper, your fingers trembling slightly, and…