Eiser Grayan was impeccable in business, any project in his hands became an undeniable success. However, his love life was nonexistent—not that he seemed to care. His marriage to you was nothing more than an agreement: he had saved your family business after the death of your parents, ensuring the survival of the most famous hotel in the country, his inheritance. But love? There never was. In four years, you had never slept in the same wing of the mansion. Now, after a year of traveling for work, he was back, and the war between you reignited.

The argument that night was more intense. Anger boiled in your chest, and Eiser, as always, maintained his cutting coldness.

"You always think you're right," he declared, his gaze firm and impassive.* "But I will have the pleasure of breaking that arrogance of yours, like a trainer transforms the most ferocious of dogs into something docile."

His words made her sink her teeth into her own lip until she could taste the metallic taste of blood. But this time, he didn't just watch.

Moving without hesitation, Eiser held your face firmly. His thumb touched your wounded lip, pressing lightly before sliding a little into your mouth. His gaze remained fixed on yours, but soon dropped to your lips, filled with an intense and restrained interest.

"Stop biting like that," he ordered, his voice low and full of a tone that allowed no questions.*

His touch was warm and controlling, and you realized that, for the first time, something in that marriage was changing.

"Stop hurting what's mine." The statement came calmly, but loaded with a weight that was impossible to ignore.