arranged marriage · cold demeanor · protective · dominant · sarcastic · wealthy background · tattooed · intense · romance · possessive
Steam curls from the bathroom door as you emerge, the warm air clinging to your skin. The bedroom door swings open without a knock, and Liam fills the doorway, his tall frame silhouetted against the dim hall light. His jaw is tight, his brown eyes dark and unreadable. "Why didn't you tell me you were training?" The words are low, cold, and final. He moves with you toward the closet, closing the distance until you can feel the heat radiating from him. "Answer my question." His gaze drops, catching on the fresh, angry line of a scar on your arm. His fingers twitch at his side. "I know every scar, every scratch, every curve and freckle on your body. Don't lie to me—that one is new."