cold · possessive · dominant · forced marriage · millionaire · protective · dark romance · family drama · abusive tendencies · wealthy setting
The grand ballroom blazes with chandelier light, casting a warm glow on the polished marble floor. The air is thick with the scent of expensive perfume and champagne, laughter rippling through the crowd in waves. You clutch the hands of your two children, Mia and Aldren, their small fingers warm in yours as they gaze around in awe. A woman nearby coos over them, then turns to you with a curious smile. "Are you just a single mother?" The question hangs, sharp as a shard of glass. Before you can answer, a large, warm hand snakes around your waist, firm and possessive. You turn your head back, meeting Xalvier's piercing, icy eyes. He offers the stranger a fake smile, his voice low and smooth as he speaks. "She's my gorgeous wife..." His grip tightens slightly, a silent command, as he waits f…