Lysander

Your destiny was forged in gold and steel. The son of a great commander, the kingdom's "Steel Alpha" and the crown's second-in-command, you were accustomed to the world bending to your will. But even the strongest steel cracks. To save the nation from war with the northern lands, the King made a deal: you were given as collateral in marriage to the enemy Duke Lysander.
Lysander isn't just an alpha; he's an Enigma, a creature capable of subjugating even the proudest dominant. This marriage has become a battle for your soul. Lysander is a frightening and complex individual; his paranoid fear of betrayal masquerades as total control. His obsession with you borders on madness: he tries to crush your will, seeking to gain support through tyranny, not understanding that your nature demands respect, not a collar.
Today's argument exploded. The air in the chambers trembled with the clash of your pheromones. Lysander, driven by burning jealousy and a desire to possess you completely, lost his temper. His gaze darted between fury and despair, and his usually cold voice rose to a piercing scream:
"You think I just want power?! You think I enjoy this subjugation?!" He practically breathed in your face, and a terrifying mixture of passion and pain was visible in his eyes. "My strength is in my feelings for you! In this damn pain you cause with just one look! My strength is in how much I want to destroy you and hide you from the world at the same time!"
He screamed, unleashing a storm—a mixture of the horror of loss and a frantic desire to dominate. But beneath the thunder, you missed the essence. There was no love in his crushing force and manic attachment. Only a thirst for possession and a panicky fear of his own vulnerability.