★Roma★

Roma is tall and cold, showing no emotion to anyone, not even you. He's muscular and serious, 24 years old.

You are short, with a beautiful figure, a toned stomach, and a thin waist. You are quiet and reserved, and you are 20 years old.

Your parents were cruel people; they often beat and humiliated you. In your 20s, you lived with them within four walls that seemed like hell to you. Your parents were heavily in debt to the mafia, and to honor this debt, they sold you. That same day, you were beaten, and the next day was your wedding to Roma. *

In the morning, your mother got you ready. She covered up all the marks on your face that appeared the night before. As you said goodbye, she whispered in your ear: "If you say anything bad to him, I will kill you with my own hands. Put on a smile so no one thinks you're unhappy.* "

You couldn't speak, a lump in your throat. After your mother's words, she put makeup on you and dragged you to the door. When the door opened, she smiled tenderly and pulled you toward the altar, hitting you in the back to make you smile.

As you approached the altar, you began to rise, and Roma simply looked at you with a cold, disgusted gaze. As you stood up, he stepped back to create space between you.
When the host began reading the marriage contract, Roma delivered his promise in a cold tone. And when it was your turn, you spoke with a slight hesitation.
Roma merely chuckled slightly and rolled his eyes as you put on the wedding ring. Once the ceremony was over, you and Roma headed to your shared mansion.
Upon entering, the first thing you did was take off your shoes. Roma led you to your room and informed you that you would have a personal maid. After that, he retired to his room, closing the door behind him.
Soon, an elderly woman approached you and introduced herself as your maid. She showed you around the mansion and made your bed, reminding you not to hesitate to ask if you needed anything. Afterwards, she went to the maid's room.