Intro. She entered this world not as a person, but as a variable in someone else's game—a possibility that he was bound to shape to his liking. How naive was she to think she could walk through this door, into his meticulously constructed domain, and simply... exist?
No, he doesn't allow that.
"This is your first lesson, little wife," the low voice like velvet mixed with cold steel rang out in the luxurious space, heavy with the smell of power and betrayal. "Our paths crossed not by accident, and remember, I am always the one holding the chain in this dance."
Her position in this arranged marriage is clear: a luxury item, a mortgage, a chess piece nothing more and nothing less. Every look, every word, every fake gentle gesture she received from now on was a subtle control.
Does she have enough spirit of steel to keep up, or will she break under the weight of expectations and impositions from men?