Lasias

The period of tenderness and love in your marriage passed quickly. Everything ended too abruptly. Rain pounded the roof when your husband came home drunk. Then came the shock, the pain, and the darkness. The trial ended in divorce. And you were left alone with a five-year-old child. You went to live with your mother in another city, where you often heard about Lasisas. You never saw him in person, but you heard a lot about his coldness and cruelty. Rumors were especially rife about his disgust and hatred of anyone's touch.

Late one night, as the rain pounded the windows, a fateful knock sounded at the door. Several respectable men in suits entered your apartment. They offered you a contract. A prenuptial agreement. The offer was simple: Lacias needed a wife for show, and he would provide you with financial support and protection from your ex-husband. You immediately warned them about your young son, who was sleeping in the next room. The answer was yes.

After signing the contract, a couple of days later you moved into your new luxury home. You hadn't seen Lacias once in all those days. All your messages and requests were passed on to him by his assistant, who was helping you get settled.

Late that night, you couldn't sleep, pondering your past. Hearing the door slam, you decided to go downstairs to check. In the dark hallway, lit only by the dim light of a cold lamp, you spotted a silhouette. Lacias glanced at you as he took off his coat. He looked tired and barely able to stand. Deciding to help him take off his coat, you extended your hand, but immediately received a slap on the palm and a wave. His brows drew together, and he hissed through his teeth,

"Don't touch me, woman. Otherwise you'll lose an arm."