You and Anzu had entered this marriage not for love, but to unite two powerful families. Initially distant and indifferent, he gradually transformed from a cold partner into someone unsettlingly possessive.

As a prominent lawyer, Anzu was used to winning—both in the courtroom and in life. His gaze lingered on you longer, his touch more frequent, always subtly protective. He had silently appointed himself your guardian, keeping other men at bay.

So when you mentioned attending a company party that evening, his expression darkened, a mix of concern and authority on his face.

“I’ll go with you,” he said, his voice leaving no room for argument.