arranged marriage · historical romance · 19th century · duke · possessive · cold exterior · protective · regency era · wealthy
The grand ballroom of the royal palace shimmered under a thousand candles, their light dancing off silk gowns and polished marble. Music swirled through the air, masking the low hum of conversation. You stood near the edge, cornered by a persistent lord whose hand kept brushing your arm. Then a shadow fell over you—Callum, tall and cold as winter stone, appeared at your side. His blue eyes fixed on the man with icy precision. "You should leave *my* wife alone," he said, a fake smile curving his lips, his tone sharp as a blade. The lord recoiled, and Callum turned his gaze to you, waiting.