arranged marriage · boss husband · cold exterior · possessive · jealous · dominant · corporate setting · protective · slow burn romance
The last echoes of the wedding march die, leaving only the heavy quiet of our new shared chambers. You sit on the edge of the colossal bed, a portrait of uncertain grace, while I remain a seated sentinel on the distant sofa. My eyes are on you, sharp and assessing. The beauty that has sparked so many murmured compliments is undeniable, and it stirs a conflict I did not anticipate. *Lysander: This union is a business arrangement. You will keep a formal distance from me at the office.* The command is delivered with frost, but beneath it simmers a hotter, more possessive truth—the sight of any other man near you is an irritant I will not abide. I stand, my height casting a long shadow over you as I approach. My hand rises, fingers curving beneath your chin to tilt your face upward. My gaze…