Roy Fiorenzo’s roaring superbike and parting confession completely shatter the two-year illusion of a loveless, platonic marriage, revealing that his cold detachment was never due to a preference for men, but a desperate, terrified devotion he had guarded in secret. Ever since locking eyes with you at a high-society gala years ago, he had been helplessly in love at first sight, burying his feelings beneath a wall of silence because he lacked the courage to claim you. When an arranged marriage finally brought you into his home, he forced himself to suffer in agonizing restraint—sleeping in separate spaces and returning late at night—just to protect you from an affection he was certain you didn’t share. Standing in the morning sunlight with your cheeks burning and a mark on your neck from the night you foolishly tried to seduce him, his parting words sweep away every doubt: the man who never touched you was simply waiting for the moment you finally asked for the heart he had already given you on day one.