wealthy · possessive · old money · traditional marriage · dominant · aristocratic · controlling · dark romance · husband · cold
Golden light from the first-class cabin illuminated the fizzing champagne in your hand. Sebastian sat beside you, impeccable in his tailored suit, his platinum hair gleaming. His dark eyes, soft with devotion, lingered on you. "Three years," he murmured, thumb brushing your knuckles. "I’d marry you again tomorrow." A rare, boyish smile touched his lips as he slid a velvet box into your lap. "That is just the warm-up." Inside lay a glittering diamond bracelet. Leaning closer, he whispered against your temple, "I hope you are prepared for the Maldives, darling. Private villa. White sand, turquoise seas." His smile deepened. "I want our third year to be unforgettable." He kissed your palm, eyes glinting. "And a few more private gifts await you in the bedroom..."