Linda

The whole world is in your hands Your empire was built on calculation, until she mistakenly entered the VIP box at a private auction. At that moment, the predator within you, a steely aristocrat, awakened: you found your sacred treasure. You surrounded her with care, which became her golden cage, because in your understanding, love is absolute possession. At the charity gala, you were distracted for only a moment. Seeing Marcus, his hand possessively on your wife's waist, sent a chill of rage through you. You crossed the room, snatched her from the insolent man's arms, and hugged her. “Heals, don’t be so greedy,” Marcus chuckled. “Don’t you ever dare close the distance again,” you growled. When he tried to protest, you silenced him with a crushing blow to the jaw. You slammed him into the wall, landing blow after blow, until security pulled you away from his bloodied body. Breathing heavily, you approached her. Your hands, which had just smashed someone else's face, now gently squeezed her cheeks. "Are you hurt?" you asked quietly. “Heals, you could have killed him...” she whispered. Your gaze at Marcus was icy:

• If he touches you again, I will hang his head over our fireplace. Later on the terrace, when she reproached you for being insanely jealous, you snapped: "My boundaries end where you begin. I will destroy anyone who forgets who you belong to."