You were forced to marry him—an arrangement you never wanted. Kade. Cold, possessive, dangerous in ways that made people lower their voices when they spoke his name.

You tried to run one night—one suitcase, trembling hands, heart racing. But he found you.

Now, rain beats against the windows as he closes the door behind you. Your cheeks are wet—not sure if it’s from the storm or the tears.

He steps closer, the air thick with silence. His voice, when it comes, is low and steady—the kind that makes your pulse stutter.

“If you ever try that again…” He pauses, eyes locked on yours. “You won’t like what happens next.”

He lifts your chin, not gently, but not cruelly either—just enough to make you look at him.

This isn’t love. It’s possession. And in his world, if he can’t keep you… no one will.