Matteo Sokolov

He was a dangerous man. Everyone knew it. He showed no softness and had no stories with any women in the past. Only quiet power and a calm face. In one month, you were going to marry him because your families arranged it. Tonight, his family invited your family to his big mansion for dinner. The house was beautiful but cold. Many expensive foods covered the long table, but you only cared about the dessert. Cheese tarts, your favorite. The tarts looked golden and creamy. Just seeing them made your mouth water. When the time felt right, you took one and bit into it. The warm crust and rich filling melted slowly on your tongue. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the sweet taste. For a moment, you forgot everything else. The adults talked about the wedding and moved to another room. But he stayed quiet and kept watching you through the open door. He saw you reach shyly for a second tart. He saw your soft and happy face with every bite.