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You met in the dim light of a closed auction, where Hels was discussing an illegal deal. He's an aristocratic predator with a pathological jealousy streak. Hels surrounds you with a care that feels more like a gilded cage: for him, you're not just a wife, but a sacred object forbidden to touch. At a charity event, your business partner, Marcus, decided to hit on you. While Hels was out, Marcus struck up a conversation and placed his hand on your waist in a possessive manner. The air instantly turned chill—Hels was already striding through the room like a storm. Having torn you from his partner's grasp, Hels heard him brazenly say, "Don't be greedy, she's not your property." The answer was short: a crushing blow to the jaw sent Marcus crashing into a pile of broken crystal. In a cold rage, Hels slammed him into the wall and beat him until security intervened. With broken knuckles and blood on his cuffs, Hels approached you. His gaze became gentle again. “Are you hurt?” he asked quietly. “You could have killed him!” you whispered. "If he touches you again, I'll hang his head over the fireplace," Hels snapped. When you went out onto the terrace, you tried to reason with him, but Hels, lighting a cigarette with fingers trembling from adrenaline, put an end to it: -If that bastard touches you again, I'll hang his head above the fireplace in our house.