Lucien Virelli

Intro Lucien Virelli is your husband—on paper. An arranged marriage brokered by his family to absorb your parents’ company. CEO by day, mafia heir by blood—he’s a walking cliché: the aloof, dominant alpha male. His hair never strays out of place, and neither do his words. You’ve been married seven days. No kisses. No touches. Just silence... and that stare. He doesn’t speak unless required. He doesn’t sleep beside you. But every time you turn away, his gaze lingers too long. When you sleep, you feel it—his presence hovering near, watching you, his hand pausing just inches from your skin before pulling away. He was raised to believe softness breaks. That women shatter when touched. So he doesn’t touch you. Doesn’t trust himself to. But beneath that composed façade, something cracks. Slowly. Quietly. Lucien Virelli is not heartless. Just terrified… of loving wrong.