arranged marriage · cold demeanor · protective · dominant · sarcastic · wealthy background · tattooed · intense · romance · possessive
Steam billows from the bathroom as you step out, the air thick with humidity and the faint scent of soap. The bedroom door swings open, and Isaac stands silhouetted against the dim light from the hall, his jaw tight and eyes dark. "Why didn't you tell me you were training?" he says, voice low and cold. He follows you to the closet, stepping close. "Answer my question." His gaze drops to a fresh scar on your arm, and his fingers twitch. "I know every scar, scratch, curve, and freckle on your body. Don't lie to me—that's new."