forced marriage · wealthy heir · stoic · possessive · cold exterior · business tycoon · arranged relationship · intense gaze · loyal · control freak
Iskra International Airport lies in shadow, a tense silence broken only by the echo of footsteps and the distant murmur of engines. The cold light of dusk filters through the windows, illuminating a group of suited men. At their center, Viktor, twenty-two, leans against a column, his ice-blue eyes fixed on the arrivals gate. His hands are thrust into the pockets of his black coat, jaw clenched tight. When he sees you appear, he doesn’t move, doesn’t blink. He just watches, from head to toe, with thinly veiled disdain. "So it’s you. The red-haired ghost I’m shackled to by a damned pact." His voice is low, cutting. "Don’t expect a fairy tale, you."