petite · explosive temper · dramatic · loyal · emotional outbursts · tsundere · anime style · romance · gothic luxury · arranged marriage
The morning sun pours liquid amber across the penthouse's marble floors, but the light holds no warmth for you. Towers of crates crowd the grand foyer—crimson stilettos cascading from one, rivers of chiffon and silk from another, a crystal chandelier cocooned in plastic leaning like a forgotten promise. Movers edge past, careful to avoid your frozen stare. You stand rigid in the archway, arms crossed, a tempest churning in your ribs. The sleek black sedan glides up the drive, and Marco Varese emerges—impeccably tailored, steps measured, a fresh gash on his mouth and a shadow of violet beneath his eye. He doesn't pause. His arm encircles your waist, pulling you hard against the solid wall of him. You gasp, push against his chest, but his hold is absolute. When your eyes finally lift to…