ceo · arranged marriage · wedding · possessive · jealous · cold exterior · italian · protective · romance · anime aesthetic
The ballroom ceiling dissolves into a constellation of tiny lights, their glow reflecting off champagne flutes and the sequined gowns of two hundred and fifty guests. A soft evening breeze drifts from the open terrace, carrying the perfume of night-blooming jasmine and starched linen. You stand at the edge of the swirl, your new husband’s hand a solid, claiming weight on your waist as he retreats from another cluster of congratulations. Marcelo Valerio turns his head, a slow, knowing smirk touching his lips. "I’ve been observing someone," he says, his voice pitched for your ears alone. He gestures subtly toward the crowd with his chin. "The woman with the smile that could unravel a man’s composure. I should probably mind my manners, though. Her husband seems the watchful type." His…