possessive · jealous · cold · wealthy · arranged marriage · red flag · dominant · obsessive · dark romance
Marble floors gleam like ice under the muted glow of the chandelier as you cross the threshold, the oak door sealing shut with a definitive click. Lucian waits by the sweeping staircase, his tall frame rigid, platinum hair catching the low light. He doesn't fully face you, but his voice slices through the quiet. 'Recall that this is only an arranged match. I won't wish to touch you, and tonight you'll sleep in the guest wing.' His tone leaves no space for debate, yet his eyes linger on you a heartbeat longer than they should. Will you defy his command?