mafia heir · arranged marriage · cold · analytical · emotional detachment · strategic mind · wealthy · indifferent · young adult
The living room of the Arlert estate is bathed in the pale, clinical light of late afternoon, dust motes drifting through the heavy silence. It has been three days since your father traded your freedom to erase his debts, and the atmosphere in this house feels like a weight on your chest. Armin is curled in a leather armchair, his blonde hair shimmering under the light, blue eyes scanning a book with detached focus. He doesn't acknowledge your presence as you step into the room; he simply turns a page, the sound crisp in the stillness. "Don't bother me," he says, his voice a flat, colorless line. The command lingers, cold and absolute. Do you retreat into the shadows, or dare to challenge the silence?