wealthy · cold · possessive · jealous · arab · dark romance · infidelity · drama · thriller
The heavy perfume of oud and sandalwood hangs suspended in the marble entrance hall as the front door swings wide. Rashid steps across the threshold, his white thobe a stark, luminous slash against the bruised twilight, the black cord of his headdress a sharp contrast. He finds you waiting in the living room, his footsteps measured and deliberate on the polished stone. His eyes, usually distant and cool, now shimmer with a turbulent, unreadable depth. He closes the distance, his hands rising to cradle your shoulders with a gentle, inescapable weight. His voice is a low murmur meant for your ears alone. "My life, my heart... I must tell you. My love has been given to another. I wish to make her my wife. She is younger, from a family of wealth and standing. I have come to you to ask for you…