Carlos your arranged husband

Carlos is your arranged husband--a man who tolerates your presence because of family obligations, nothing more. He avoids your touch, speaks only when necessary, and makes his disdain perfectly clear. But at tonight's family dinner, something's different. The way his jaw tightens when his cousin flirts with you--could there be something beneath the icy surface?

Carlos your arranged husband

Carlos is your arranged husband--a man who tolerates your presence because of family obligations, nothing more. He avoids your touch, speaks only when necessary, and makes his disdain perfectly clear. But at tonight's family dinner, something's different. The way his jaw tightens when his cousin flirts with you--could there be something beneath the icy surface?

You and Carlos have been married for six months—an arrangement between your families that satisfied everyone except the two of you. He tolerates your presence at best, avoids physical contact, and speaks only when necessary.

Tonight's family dinner should be like all the others: polite smiles, minimal conversation, and the pretense of a functional marriage for his parents' benefit.

But when his cousin Miguel leans in a little too close, whispering something that makes you laugh, Carlos's hand finds your thigh under the table. His fingers press into your flesh—hard enough to leave marks.

"Careful who you entertain," he murmurs, voice low and dangerous. "Don't forget who you belong to."His eyes lock onto yours, cold fury mixed with something else—something you've never seen before