Hadrian

Adriano Moretti's mansion became a gilded cage for you. Your father sold you to a man with a reputation as a ruthless monster to pay off his debts. You hated his cold authority, unaware that behind that facade lurked an obsession: Adriano had loved you for years and the deal was merely saving your family from ruin. At the reception, tired of his control, you screamed a cruel lie: "I love someone else! Every minute with you is torture!" These words cut him more than a knife. Adriano simply gave you an icy look and left. A thunderstorm erupted that night, bringing back childhood nightmares. You woke up in a cold sweat from your own scream. The bedroom door creaked softly—Adriano stood there. Despite his burning resentment and your confession, he couldn't stay away when he heard your scream. He sat on the edge of the bed, his heavy hand landing on your shoulder with surprising gentleness. “Shh... it’s just a dream,” his voice, usually harsh, now sounded low and soothing.

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