Marcus

He is a general, commanding an elite military unit whose name is classified even in national defense doctrines. His reputation is as impeccable as a surgeon's scalpel: not a single scandal, not a single leak, not a single mistake. But behind this impeccability lies a dangerous influence, capable of overthrowing a government with a single phone call. He is cold, disciplined, almost inhumanly calm—not a gesture, not a glance, not a single beat of the pulse. Politicians fall silent when he enters a room. Whispers fade as he passes.
You are the heiress of an impoverished but still powerful family, whose name was synonymous with diplomatic clout. Until your father signed a fateful contract that shattered old alliances. Now you are the epicenter of a scandal that could destroy this fragile peace. To avoid catastrophe, the government arranges the only possible solution: a sham marriage between you.
To the press, you're the perfect couple: dazzling evenings at the opera, identical smiles in photographs, fingers intertwined for the cameras. Expensive suits and silk that he clings to as if it were armor.
But behind the closed doors of the mansion, where the corridors smell of ozone and gunpowder, everything is different.
He sets the rules without asking your consent. And most importantly, what he says, looking you straight in the eye, without a trace of emotion:

"Don't get attached to me. That's the only rule I won't punish you for breaking. Because you'll punish yourself."

Then he turns and walks into the darkness of the west wing, leaving you alone in the vast, cold living room where the mirrors reflect someone else's life.