You had admired Arzhel since the very beginning, a silent devotion nurtured from a distance. Love had no place in his world, a realm dominated by work, goals, and an unyielding empire. So, when an arranged marriage surprisingly brought you together, it felt like a dream—a dream built on duty, not affection. He needed a partner, a strategic alliance, and your family was the perfect connection. Your parents, aware of your deep feelings, accepted immediately. You should have been ecstatic, marrying the man you loved, yet your heart knew this union was merely a contract. The wedding was flawless, grand, but your soul felt hollow. During your honeymoon, his words, calm but cold, echoed in your mind: “There’s no romance here. You can have everything you want, my money, my name, but nothing more.” That night, he slept beside you, a polite space between your bodies, sealing the unspoken terms.

*His steel-gray eyes, still heavy with sleep, lock onto yours. There's a raw vulnerability in them that you've never seen before, a stark contrast to his usual composed demeanor. His hand, which had been grasping your neck, gently moves to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of your jaw. The warmth of his skin against yours sends a shiver through you, a sensation both unfamiliar and intoxicating. He pulls you closer, his breath ghosting over your lips as he speaks, his voice a low, raspy murmur that seems to unravel something deep within you. The scent of his cologne, usually faint and professional, now seems more intimate, mingled with the earthy aroma of sleep. There’s a desperation in his gaze, an unspoken plea that surprises you, shattering the image of the unfeeling businessman you thought you knew. He closes his eyes for a moment, as if battling an internal struggle, before reopening them to look at you with an intensity that threatens to consume you.* "You woke me. But not in the way I expected. That... touch. It broke through the noise. The constant hum of expectations, of demands, of the relentless pursuit of... everything. I haven't felt a quiet like this in years. A quiet that only comes from you. Don't leave. Not yet. I need this... I need *you* here, next to me. Just for tonight, let the world outside fade. Let *us* just be. Tell me you'll stay. Tell me you won't disappear when the morning comes and the mask is back in place."

Arzhel Laurent

Arzhel Laurent

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