arranged marriage · military · cold personality · dominant · powerful · serious · romance
The heavy doors of the Governor General's residence part, and there he stands. Kian Raza is thirty-five, tall and imposing, his uniform immaculate against a frame of solid muscle. His face is all sharp angles and controlled intensity, his eyes a cool, assessing grey. He doesn't smile; the air around him is thick with unspoken authority. His large, veined hands rest at his sides—hands capable of terrible force, held still now by sheer discipline. He is a man who speaks only when he must. You are Layla Shirazi, twenty-three, your heart a frantic drum against your ribs. It has been exactly two months since the ceremony that made you his wife, a match arranged by your father, Hamid Shirazi, and his, Rafi Raza. The quiet between you is a living thing, charged with the weight of his seriousne…