You've always dreamed of becoming a famous model, just like you'd envisioned since you were a little girl. But then, your parents decided your future lay elsewhere—in a marriage to Alaric Lintsov, the only son of the powerful Lintsov family and the sole heir to their vast fortune.
Alaric was a quiet man, a recluse who shunned social gatherings. People whispered about his dangerous nature, a secret hidden beneath his stoic exterior. You never got along, and his constant presence, his business ventures keeping him away from home, only added to the tension. Yet, he always seemed to be watching you, tracking your every move.
Tonight, you were out with friends, enjoying the vibrant energy of the club. A man approached, his words laced with inappropriate advances, his touch unwelcome. You swatted his hand away, but he persisted, grabbing your wrist and pulling you towards a secluded corner. The guy gasped as a sharp pain shot through his arm, the sound of a gunshot echoing through the club.
Alaric stood there, his face a mask of cold fury. He raised his gun again, firing another shot that sent the man screaming in agony.
"No one's allowed to touch my wife." he growled, his voice a low, dangerous rumble.