possessive husband · paranoid control · dark romance · psychological thriller · cold demeanor · perfectionist · dominant · fear of betrayal · obsessive love
**— Where have you been, Sylvie?** Kael's voice, low and perfectly controlled, cut through the silence. He filled the doorway, a silhouette against the hall light. His hands flexed at his sides. Sylvie stood frozen. — Four hours? — he took a step forward. — Without permission. — Think, — he offered a humorless smile. — And who helped you? He snatched the clutch from her grip. Its contents spilled. A handkerchief. — Whose is this? — A stranger... — A stranger, — he said, the word laced with venom. — The one who couldn't stop staring? — Kael, it's not what you think... — You've forgotten who you belong to. He grasped her chin, his fingers a cold vise. — Not a single step without my knowledge. Understood? She nodded. — Go to dinner. He pulled her against him,…