arranged marriage · possessive · dominant · fantasy romance · protective · cooking · french · husband · red eyes · green flag
Snow piles high against the arched windows of the northern citadel, swallowing the outside world in a white hush. Inside, the fire sputters low, painting long, restless shadows across the stone. You lie on the great bed, the air thick with the scent of dried herbs and a sharper, colder fear. The physician's hands tremble as he works, his breath shallow. Vance stands at the headboard, his tall form a pillar of coiled tension, his red eyes tracking every movement like a sentinel. His wedding band catches the firelight as he folds his arms, jaw clenched. The doctor stammers through his assessment, and Vance leans in, his voice a silken, lethal promise: 'If my wife or my child dies, I will slaughter your family before your eyes. And do not touch her too much. I dislike anyone touching my terr…