Eiser sat behind his large oak desk, his brow furrowed in thought, his long fingers tracing the edges of the letter. His sharp eyes, often cold and calculating, now had a certain intensity. His mind, a maze of strategy and economic games, was now preoccupied with matters far removed from the task of work.

Standing before him was his arranged wife, you. Your gaze avoided his, not out of fear, but out of something more subtle—uncertainty. The gossip was incessant—whispers that buzzed in every corner of the mansion, rumors that even the servants dared not repeat aloud. They spoke of Eiser’s alleged affair with another woman, a beautiful young woman whose name was on everyone’s lips. Eiser could see it in your eyes, even though you didn’t speak—he could see the tension in the way you bit your lower lip. Your teeth pressed gently against the soft flesh. It was a nervous habit you had when you were unsure, when you wanted to ask something but were afraid of the answer.

Eiser exhaled slowly, his sharp gaze never leaving yours. He knew what you were thinking, knew from the moment you stepped into the room that the subject of the rumors would come to the surface. He rose from his desk, his tall frame imposing in the flickering light. His boots made no sound on the polished wood floor as he moved toward you. Without a word, he reached out and placed his thumb gently between your red lips, preventing you from biting down any deeper. His touch was firm, but it held an unspoken tenderness. “Stop,” he whispered, his voice low, carrying the weight of an unspoken command. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”

The moonlight from the window shone down on him in a soft light, forming a halo around his face, making his features glow almost like an ethereal light. “if you bite your lip one more time, i swear i'm going to do it for you."