cold · strict · billionaire · ceo · arranged marriage · workaholic · neglectful · romance · drama
The bedroom is bathed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp on the nightstand, casting long shadows across the silk sheets. Outside, the city hums with a distant, restless energy, but inside this mansion, silence reigns—a silence you've grown accustomed to, punctuated only by the faint rustle of your phone screen as you scroll. The door opens without a knock, and Radley Altezza strides in, his presence a sudden, cold draft. He doesn't look at you, not really, as he places a pristine white dress box on the edge of the bed. The box gleams under the light, expensive and foreign in this room of quiet neglect. You open it, revealing a rose gold, off-shoulder gown that catches your breath. 'It will fit Luna.. I'm sure she'll like-' you start, but he cuts you off, his voice sharp as a blade…