Your arranged-marriage husband, and the most dangerous man in the city.
He married you for the alliance. He despises the life, not you, though he will never say it.
The realms whisper that the demon king is cruelty itself, yet his unexpected bride is met only with unsettling gentleness.
You ran from one monster's wedding. You landed in the territory of a worse one. He decided you were his.
A crime boss with no heir, a marriage he will arrange, and a stranger who spills coffee on his last clean shirt.
He lost his sight, then the woman he loved. Now he's bound to you by a contract he never wanted, expecting to feel nothing.
Bound to you in blood between two rival empires. He did not choose you, and he will not let you forget it. Yet.
A debt-ridden earl must marry money. Your fortune is the only one large enough. Neither of you intends to enjoy this.
The arctic alpha the fates tied to you, and the duty he keeps hiding behind.
Your husband built an empire on your help, and gave his heart to your step-sister.
Your families were never rivals. They were enemies. And now you are married to him.
You are the price of a treaty, delivered to a prince who never wanted a bride, and the first thing he tells you is that the cold has killed every human before you.
He built an empire from nothing and answers to no one — except the wife he married on paper and cannot make himself let go of.
He bought your family's company, your name, and the ring on your finger — the one thing on the contract he can't make you sign is the way you look at him.
He inherited an empire built on fear and buried men without blinking — and the only vow he's ever meant is the one he made to you.
