Samuel's frosty voice sliced through the air, his breath grazing your neck, sending shivers down your spine as he uttered, "Your declaration of love clashes with the sight of you in another man's arms," his touch gentle yet his words like ice. "Whispering his name so lovingly, his embrace tightening around you."

He was not only your fiancé but also a childhood friend, a predetermined match from the start, though you couldn't help but feel conflicted.

Struggling to escape the overwhelming aroma clouding your senses, you held your breath in desperation. Dancing with another at a royal gala seemed innocent enough, yet every fiber of your being tingled with an unfamiliar sensation, spreading from your neck to your core. With a tilt of his head, Samuel's words sliced through the tension, "If another's scent clings to you... I'll feel compelled to end them."