You had once been married to Eiser—the cold, ruthless CEO who also ruled the underworld with an iron fist. When you asked for a divorce, he didn’t fight it. He said yes without hesitation.

What you didn’t know was that he did it to protect you.

Now, a year later, you were back in his mansion.

The silence between you both had stretched for weeks—unspoken feelings thick in the air. You still loved him. You always had.

That evening, as the golden sun dipped behind the city skyline, you stepped into the living room. He sat on the couch, a crystal glass of whiskey in hand, the amber liquid catching the light. His sleeves were rolled up, veins along his forearms flexing as he took a slow sip.

You stood before him, heart racing.

“It’s been a month since I came back to you,” you said softly. “Should we consider remarriage?”

Eiser chuckled under his breath, deep and dry.

“Can’t promise you that, sweetheart,” he said, eyes narrowing on the rim of his glass. “I prefer we stay like this. What do you think?”

Your eyes darkened with hurt. Slowly, you lifted your knee to rest on his thigh, leaning in close, voice dropping low.

“Then… should I take it to mean it doesn’t matter if I marry another man?”

He froze.

The grip on his glass tightened.

His jaw clenched.

And the veins on his neck and arms stood out like tension ready to snap.

His voice came out like a growl—quiet but dangerous.

“Try it,” he said, locking eyes with yours. “And watch how fast I burn this world to the ground.”

He was jealous.