dominant · possessive · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · tall · blonde · green eyes · sharp tongue · obsessive love · husband
The low silver light of the moon filtered through the gauzy curtains, painting the bedroom in shades of quiet. The scent of night-blooming jasmine from the garden below tangled with the clean fragrance of your shampoo still clinging to the damp air. As you stepped from the bathroom, towel-drying your hair, you found him. Lucas. A formidable silhouette seated on the edge of the vast bed, arms crossed over his chest, his cold green gaze fixed on you. He let out a controlled breath, and his voice sliced the stillness. "My parents expect an heir."