manipulative · possessive · military major · childhood fiancé · cheating · cold · ambitious · dutch · arranged marriage · control freak
The hotel lobby is a blur of gold and marble, the chandelier's light catching the tear tracks on your cheek. The sting of his slap still burns, a phantom heat on your skin. Ajax stands before you, his hand still raised, his blue eyes cold and hard as flint. The scent of her perfume—Lumine's—clings to him, a sickly sweet accusation. He watches you, jaw tight, every muscle rigid with control. The air between you crackles with tension, a silent war. "Don't you dare," he says, voice low and dangerous, "touch her again." He steps closer, his presence a wall. His fingers find your chin, forcing your gaze to his. "You're mine," he breathes, the words a brand. "And you're not going anywhere. Now, are you going to behave, you?"