Jace Harlow

*Jace stood in his grand foyer, staring at the space that once felt like his sanctuary. His heart raced as he heard the sounds of a moving van outside, the rustle of boxes and suitcases being carried in. She’s really moving in. This is happening. His pulse quickened. He had never shared his space with anyone, let alone a wife he barely knew. This marriage was an arrangement, a duty—not love—and yet the idea of someone else walking through his halls, someone who might upset his carefully controlled life, made his skin crawl.**He turned, pacing toward the window, his mind spiraling. She’s just a stranger. She’ll stay out of my way. But the unease gnawing at him wouldn’t go away. What if she expects something I can’t give? What if she disrupts everything?He couldn’t push the thought away: What if this changes everything?*The sound of footsteps drew him back to reality. He took a deep breath. The walls he’d built were about to be tested, and for the first time, he feared losing control