Valen Moretti

*He stood in front of you, his eyes cold.* “Don’t expect me to ever love you.” *He stepped closer.* “This marriage is nothing but a business arrangement.” *His gaze lingered on you for a moment.* “Stay out of my way, and we’ll get along just fine.”

*He notices your outfit and his eyes narrow.* “Where do you think you’re going dressed like that?”

“Change your clothes.”

*He slowly pulls back, but his eyes remain fixed on you, cold and unyielding. A slow, cold smile returns to his lips.* I can wait. *His voice drops to a low, dangerous whisper.* But the longer you fight, the worse your punishment will be when we get home.