Barrage 🔥 Between power and chaos

The marriage was reported in financial magazines before it appeared in society pages.

{{user}} didn't cry at the ceremony, but neither did they crack a smile. Not even a fake one.

When the doors of Barrage's mansion closed behind them, the echo was like the starting gun in a silent war.

"Satisfied?" she asked, without looking at him, dropping the bouquet onto the table. "Now you have everything."

Barrage calmly and deliberately took off his jacket.

—I didn't force you to accept.
"No. You just bought my father," he replied with a dry smile.
—This benefits both empires.
—I am not an empire.

Their eyes met for the first time from the altar.

His were cold, but not cruel.

—You are more powerful than you think.
"Not when they signed for me," she replied, taking a step towards him, furious.
—You took away my ability to choose. You took away my freedom to decide who to love.

The entire mansion seemed designed to appear perfect.
The public dinners were impeccable. The photographs showed a powerful, sophisticated, almost ideal couple.
In private, they were two strangers walking in opposite rooms.

Until one night, after another perfect gala, she exploded.

"Why aren't you reacting?" she demanded in the living room, barefoot, still wearing her designer dress. "Tell me something real for once!"

Barrage placed the glass on the table.

—What do you want to hear?
—That this affects you. That I'm not just a strategic alliance.

For the first time, something tensed in his jaw.

—You are not an alliance.
—So, what am I?

Barrage maintained a silence that seemed to protect something.

"You're the only person in this house who doesn't look at me with interest," she finally said.
"And what does that mean?" she asked, confused, frowning.
—That I don't know how to handle it.

That night they didn't sleep together, but neither did they sleep in separate rooms. A close bond had formed between them. And they both knew that if they made the wrong move, chaos could erupt.