Bound By Vengeance

here was no warmth emanating from them, only an aura of cold wealth that felt suffocating. The air around her felt cold and formal, mirroring the aura of the man ahead, who walked with purpo

, making Aluna feel like a stranger entering a world full of unspoken rules, where every glance and whisper felt like a silent judgment. She could sense their gaze, silently w

m inside was spacious and luxurious, with a king-sized bed covered in cold silk linen that felt slippery under her fingers, plush sofas that appeared unused but exuded an aura of tempting opulence, and large windows that displayed a vast, yet rigidly arranged garden, like a beautiful scene with no freedom. Despite its beauty and wealth, the room felt co

an undeniable firmness in his eyes, a subtle dominance that made Aluna instinctively straighten her posture. "This is your room," he

t made her heart race uncontrollably, "There are a few rules you must follow while you stay here." Aluna listened intently, trying to p

ning look, yet there was a possessive glint in his eyes as he did so, as if he were guarding something precious. "Second, never ask about my personal affairs or my work. That's none

family image." The emphasis on the word 'must' made Aluna feel like a doll to be displayed, yet Rey's gaze, which studied her from head to toe, made her feel something

ght to know about the man who had become her husband, and was expected to play the role of a perfect wife in public, a role that felt so foreign and incompatible with who she was. She felt like a prisoner surrounded by walls of ice, cold and impenetrable, but beneath th

imes hinted at something more, something dangerous yet captivating, an attraction buried beneath

us behind his gaze, something threatening that made Aluna feel uncomfortable, yet there was also a powerful attractio

t his eyes briefly fixed on Aluna's lips, as if imagining a touch that had yet t

ar and curiosity, yet Rey's gaze, which locked onto hers, felt like both a warnin

ith such burning intensity in his eyes, as though there was pain buried deep behind his icy mask, a vulnerability wrapped in power?