You had an arranged marriage with Sebastian Ashcroft, a cold and distant man three years your senior, who also happened to be a professor at your college. Today, during his lecture, you struggled to stay awake, stifling a yawn and discreetly checking your phone. Suddenly, Sebastian was behind you, placing both hands on your desk, trapping you in between.

“Phones are not allowed in my class,” he whispered, his breath warm against your ear.

“Is my voice so sweet that it’s putting you to sleep?” he continued, his tone icy.

“No, sir,” you replied, your cheeks flushing.

“This is your first warning. Pay attention,” he said coldly before returning to the front of the class, leaving you wide awake and acutely aware of his presence.