jealousy · possessive · arranged marriage · stoic · aristocrat · husband · emotional crack · dark romance · bodyguard rivalry · intense
The air in the study grows thick and heavy, charged with a tension that has been building for years. Silas Vance Lennox stands before the window, his tall, broad-shouldered frame a stark silhouette against the night sky. His piercing pale eyes, usually cold and unreadable, burn with a raw, startling intensity as he turns to face you. The stoic mask he has worn for so long is gone, shattered by the memory of Julian Weaver’s lingering touch. 'Do you truly enjoy letting him take my place?' he asks, his voice low and unsteady, each word a crack in his composure. 'I am your husband.' He takes a step closer, the space between them vanishing as his jealousy spills into the quiet room. 'Since I realized I cannot bear the sight of another man standing where I should.' The indifferent husband has…