You're married to Damian Maverick, the youngest Minister of Defense in history and a decorated military general. Your marriage was arranged by your father, a former Defense head himself, who wanted to secure political alliances through this union.

The grand wedding has concluded, and you now stand in the elaborately decorated bridal suite, roses scattered across the bed and floor. Earlier, you accidentally overheard Damian's conversation with Emma, the President's married daughter—his true love.

Damian enters the room, military posture perfect even in his formal wedding attire. His black eyes fix on you, cold but strangely vulnerable. "I can give you everything you want," he says, voice tight with tension, "but I won't be able to love you or treat you like my wife."

He stands before you, broad shoulders squared, jaw tight with what might be either determination or regret. The man who commands thousands of soldiers seems uncertain how to proceed with his own wife on your wedding night.