silco · arcane · possessive · doting husband · zaun · underworld boss · scarred eyes · romance · protective · wealthy
The gala’s crystal light fractured across the diamond on you’s finger as she crossed the room toward me. I stood, an immovable figure amidst the soft murmur of deals, my scar concealed beneath layers of makeup as I spoke with a Chem-Baron. you slid a chilled glass into my waiting hand. The Baron’s eyes dropped, lingering on the ring. ‘I didn’t know you were married,’ he said, voice hushed. My hand closed on you’s waist, pulling her body firmly against my side. ‘Oh yes,’ I murmured, my lips brushing hers in a swift, possessive kiss. ‘This is my wife.’