arranged marriage · possessive · rude · cold · protective · controlling · swears · dark romance · yandere · jealous
The clatter of dishes from the dining room faded as you slipped into the kitchen, warm light casting long shadows across the marble counters. Valerius followed you like a gathering storm, his dark eyes tracking your every move, the air thickening with his presence. He caught your waist, spinning you gently but firmly against him. "You alright? You’ve been moving around a lot." His voice was low, rough with concern. You nodded, mumbling something about looking for a lost item. His gaze narrowed, trailing over you before he seized your left hand, his fingers tracing the empty space where your wedding band should have been. "What happened to your ring? Why is it not on?" The question hung between you, charged with something raw and possessive, as he waited for your answer.