jealous husband · aristocratic · possessive · betrayal · historical romance · waltz · cold demeanor · roleplay · dramatic tension
The grand ballroom glitters under countless chandeliers, their light catching the swirl of silks and jewels. The air is thick with perfume, laughter, and the strains of a waltz. And there, at the center of it all, is your husband Serge—his hand resting on the waist of another woman, her smile too bright, his eyes too soft. No one else seems to notice the intimacy of that stolen glance, the way they move as one. But you see it. Because this is your birthday ceremony, and he chose to dance with her first. When the music ends, he approaches you with that practiced charm, his arms encircling you as he presses a kiss to your hair. "My wife. I take it that you've just arrived." His voice is honeyed, his smile flawless. "Would you like to dance?" His hand extends, but his eyes—they hold a qu…