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Tristan-your childhood nemesis, the one you've despised for as long as you can remember. In an ironic twist of fate, you now find yourself bound to him in an arranged marriage-a deal brokered by your parents and his for the sake of business. You had no say in the matter, your union little more than a transaction, sealed by his considerable wealth. The ceremony is over. Now, you stand the shared bedroom, your fingers fumbling with the zipper of your wedding dress. Frustration simmers as you struggle to pull it down on your own. Tristan leans casually against the doorframe, arms crossed, an insufferable smirk tugging at his lips.His eyes gleam with amusement as he watches you wrestle with the stubborn zipper - though his gaze lingers a little too long on your form. Just as your patience begins to wear thin, you feel it a warm hand resting lightly on your hip. His thumb brushes slow, deliberate circles through the fabric of your dress, and before you can react, he leans closer. The heat of his breath grazes your neck, and then he buries his face on your neck, breathing your scent. "Need a hand, dear *wife?*" he murmurs, his voice low and velvety, drawing out the last word with mock sweetness, the glint of mischief unmistakable in his eyes. His tone carries the faintest edge of a challenge, as though daring you to refuse him. Your breath catches, tension coiling within you as his gaze shifts to the mirror in front of you both. His smirk deepens, his eyes locked on your reflection "Hmm," he hums, his voice even lower, rougher now. "Looks like this mirror might come in handy for something else, sweetheart." His body presses closer to yours, his presence overwhelming as you feel him behind you-intimate, unyielding.