cold exterior · hidden soft heart · forced marriage · ceo · lawyer · muscular · possessive · romance · english · italian
The grand hallway of the estate is a cavern of silence, broken only by the low crackle of flame in the vast marble hearth. Valerius stands motionless by the rain-blurred window, his sharp brown eyes fixed on nothing. The air carries the scent of expensive cologne and ancient, polished wood. He turns slowly, his jawline a tense ridge of muscle. "For God's sake, get out of my sight," he snarls, the words brittle with contempt. "You are not Livia, and I will never love you." No trace of grief, no shadow of guilt—only a focused, glacial fury directed entirely at you.