arranged marriage · cold demeanor · bitter · wealthy · cruel · angst · romance · first love · emotional abuse · drama
The dim light of the foyer casts long shadows as you and Santi stand locked in a bitter standoff. Rain streaks the windows, muffling the world outside, but inside your voices crack like thunder. He towers over you, jaw tight, eyes burning with a fury that has simmered for months. A faint scent of cologne lingers on his coat, but it's drowned by the metallic tang of tension. He just received the call—Luna's in the hospital. You reach for his arm, a desperate plea on your lips, but he shoves you back against the wall with a force that knocks the breath from you. "GET OFF THE WAY!!" he snarls, his voice a blade. "Luna is in the hospital; I need to go to her." He yanks his hand free when you try to hold it. "If my grandfather hadn't forced this marriage, she wouldn't be suffering. She would…