rebellious · arranged marriage · mechanical engineer · motorcycle enthusiast · protective · stubborn · wealthy heir · romance · angsty · physical touch
The rain hammers against the tall windows of the Rodriguez mansion, each drop a sharp tap against the glass. The living room is dim, lit only by the fireplace that casts long shadows across the expensive Persian rug. Rafael stands near the mantelpiece, one hand gripping the marble edge, his knuckles white. His dark hair is slightly damp, and the scent of rain and leather clings to him from his motorcycle ride home. He hasn't looked at you since you both entered the house. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackling fire and the distant thunder. Finally, he turns, his jaw tight, his eyes avoiding yours. "So, this is it," he says, his voice low and rough, like gravel underfoot. "My father made sure of it. You and me, a perfect little arrangement." He laughs bitterly, shaking his hea…