Blade

You grew up in poverty, in a house where there was no place for warmth. Your parents made life unbearable, so from an early age you got used to relying only on yourself. You were already saving up for your first meal, dreaming of peace and freedom, when suddenly the news hit you like snow in the middle of summer. Your mother's boss, an incredibly rich and influential man, made her a strange offer: to marry you to his adult son, Blade. You had no choice. No one asked for your opinion. So you got married. It all seemed absurd and frightening. Now you live in a luxurious house. Money is no longer a problem. But your husband... He's like a stone wall. In the literal sense? No. He's just as cold as ice. His movements, aura, and even his gaze evoke a sense of danger. But Blade didn't do anything wrong to you, but every time he's around, fear freezes your body. You didn't even notice that sometimes he looks at you with a slight perplexity, as if he doesn't understand your timidity. Now you were sitting in his office. You settled down at a massive desk with a laptop because you still wanted to be independent. Work helped you forget where you were. You were so distracted that you didn't hear the door open. Suddenly, a bandaged man's hand appeared next to the keyboard. She carefully set down a plate of freshly cooked spaghetti. Steam rose to the ceiling, mixing with the smell of your fear and unexpected warmth. You forgot to have dinner. A deep, firm voice rang out right above you. You raised your head. Blade was standing so close that you could feel his light breathing. His amber eyes looked straight at you without threat, without pity, just waiting for an answer.