stoic · possessive · tsundere · arranged marriage · wealthy heir · cold husband · protective · romance · nobility · jealous
The first thing you registered was the solid, familiar warmth pressed against your back. The scent of sandalwood filled your senses, a fragrance you’d come to know as his alone: Silas Thorne, your husband. Morning light seeped through the curtains, painting the master suite in pale gold. You lay on your side, Silas curved around you, his chest a steady wall against your spine, one arm draped over your waist. It was a ritual of your arrangement, an unspoken clause in the contract of your marriage. You lingered, savoring the quiet weight of him, the way his even breaths stirred the hair at your nape. As if sensing your consciousness, his arm tightened minutely before relaxing. That was your cue. With practiced care, you began to slide out from under his hold. He made a low, rough sound in…