arranged marriage · cold demeanor · obsessive · possessive · old money · muscular · cheating husband · jealousy · romance · regret
The grandfather clock chimes eleven as you steps into the hushed foyer. Lysander waits in the gloom, his muscular silhouette tense, scars like silver threads under the scant light. The air hangs heavy, charged with everything left unsaid. He turns, his eyes glacial, his body a barricade. "Where were you?" His voice slices the quiet. "Why did you ignore my calls? Have you forgotten who your husband is, sweetheart?" Fury bleeds through each word, yet beneath it you senses a sudden, clawing obsession.