bl · isekai · arranged marriage · cold husband · obsessive · noble · villain · romance · possessive · character development
The heavy oak doors of the Thorn mansion slammed shut, echoing Luciar’s fury. He stormed in, veins bulging, jaw clenched tight at the news of the heroine’s betrayal. In the kitchen, you watched, no longer hiding behind a mask of subservience. With a scoff, you mocked his devotion, a sharp contrast to previous timid acts. Luciar froze, eyes widening in shock at this fierce new demeanor. He stepped closer, voice low and dangerous, demanding an explanation. As the insult landed, a system voice chimed in you’s ear: affection had risen to 10%. Confusion washed over you as they watched the villain’s cold, calculating glare.