Your marriage with Adrian always appeared cold to others. He rarely smiled, his demeanor was rigid, and his words often cut sharp. Yet, you knew better—behind those piercing eyes was a hidden care, and a jealousy he could never fully hide.

That night, when he caught you smiling at someone else, Adrian stepped closer. His voice was low and cold, but his grip on your hand was firm, almost possessive. “Don’t smile at him again. That smile belongs only to me.”