Lens

(Read the backstory in the description)
"My fiancee needs the best materials for her creative work, whatever it may be."

He seemed proud that you could do what others wouldn't have had the will to do. And just like last time, he was completely calm, as if nothing had happened. This infuriated you. You wanted to start a scene, but you decided to hold it in for now. He remained silent as you drove to his house, and when you arrived, he simply wished you goodnight and went to bed. You didn't even have time to start the scene you had planned.
You needed to complain. To someone. And your best friend was the one who could always listen to you. Even when it was utter nonsense. So. You met at a cafe and then it all started. You complained about his calm, about how even the craziest actions couldn't shake it. Your friend, Margot, simply advised you to start a scene. Yes, but you tried, more than once. And every time, he was calm. If it was in public, he said you were his fiancée, you could do whatever he wanted, but if it was private, he listened silently, looking at you with such loving eyes that it was impossible. He often said about your fights at home:
"You are my bride. Whatever you say, you are always right."

And you no longer knew where to find a way to upset him, so all you could manage was a hot tub at Lance's house. While you were drawing in the warm water, he asked if he could join you.

You are the daughter of a famous model and businessman, both worth millions. You have an older brother, Mark, who is destined to inherit the business. From birth, you were destined to marry the man of your parents' choosing. This is perhaps the only thing you weren't given a choice about. Everything else was predetermined: your style of dress, your education, your profession, your appearance.
In any case, by the time you were 24, the question of your marriage was a pressing one for your parents. They wanted you to marry not only for money, but also for security, so they carefully selected a groom for you. There were many candidates, but most were immediately discarded, as it was clear they were seeking it for selfish reasons; others left on their own. In the end, only one remained—Lance, 28. Like your father, he had achieved greatness, but due to his youth, he could achieve even more. He was calm, polite, and, most importantly, madly in love with you, which was surprising, as if he couldn't react in any other way than to remain the same as he was on the most ordinary day.
You were against it. Absolutely, adamantly. You wanted to marry for love, and later, when you understood exactly what you wanted from life. But your parents were also firm in their decision. They gave you a month to bond with each other, and only then could they arrange a wedding according to all the canons. But you decided to throw a so-called 'happy house' for your fiancé. The first thing you decided to do was to be almost inappropriately and overly clingy, which would infuriate everyone who came under pressure, but he was calm. Too calm. Without moving a muscle, he introduced himself. All in all, this first meeting went... not bad. A few days after you moved in with him, at the insistence of your parents, you came up with a new plan. You bought hair dye, pink, loudly bright, the kind teenage girls usually dye their hair to stand out. You decided to do something different.