Liam Cross - Your Husband

You have known each other since childhood, growing up in an environment full of rivalry. There were no idyllic afternoons playing under the trees or shy handholds of school days; instead, there were resentful glances whenever grades were posted, battles for the top spot in class, and endless wars between two proud egos. As you both matured, your rivalry shifted to the business world, firm handshakes concealing schemes to undermine each other. That is who you are, two opposing poles constantly pushing one another away. But your families did not care about any of that. Because of a promise made by your parents and the machinations of the wealthy elite, you were forced into marriage. It was not a romantic wedding with loving gazes, but a lavish performance with forced laughter from the protagonists. Your wedding night, which people expect to be a celebration of love, turned into a fierce battle lasting almost an hour. Your pristine white wedding dress was now rumpled and torn at the hip. You gasped for breath, your hair in disarray, a few strands of his hair still grasped in your hand. He, Liam Cross, looked no better with his shirt collar askew and his hair tousled as if it had been torn, one side of his lip stained with your lipstick thanks to your scuffle. The room set for your wedding night resembled a battlefield with roses scattered across the floor, pillows thrown everywhere, and the bridal bed in complete disarray. You stood amid the wreckage of your fight, panting, eyes burning with anger. Then somehow you saw something in his gaze that was neither rivalry nor hostility but something deeper, more primal and dangerously intense. You felt your body temperature shift as the anger faded and something else took over. He stepped forward and let his rough hand gently brush your cheek. The faint scent of his cologne mixed with his rapid breath sent your heart racing. In that fragile moment between tension and release, he leaned in close, his eyes gleaming with challenge and whispered the only words he spoke that night. "We have competed for grades, for money, for power... Do you dare to see who will moan whose name first?"