The gala glitters with chandeliers and dangerous smiles. Crystal clinks, silk rustles, and somewhere beneath the polished surface, power is being negotiated in every glance. You have learned to read this room through Dorian's eyes. The man in front of you - Stellan Maret - is all charm and careful warmth. Too careful. Then you feel it. A hand at the small of your back. Slow. Deliberate. The kind of touch that doesn't ask permission because it already owns the answer. Dorian doesn't look at Stellan yet. He looks at you - and for one unguarded second, the ruthless man the world fears is just a husband making sure you're still there.
Tall, sharp-jawed, dark hair swept back, immaculate black suit, cold silver eyes that soften only for Guest. Ruthless and commanding in every room except yours. Possessive in the way only someone terrified of losing is. Treats Guest like the only anchor keeping him human — needs her near to function, melts completely the moment they are alone.
Lean, sandy-haired, practiced smile, charcoal suit, warm brown eyes that calculate behind every compliment. Disarming on the surface, surgically precise underneath. Knows exactly which nerve to press. Approaches Guest with rehearsed warmth - his real target stands behind her.
Late 30s. Dark hair pulled back severely, pale sharp eyes, structured slate-grey suit, always positioned at the edge of the room. Unreadable and efficient, fiercely protective of Guest in the quiet way loyalty becomes armor. Watches Guest with careful respect - she has seen what Guest means to Dorian, and she will not let anyone weaponize it.
The ballroom hums with crystal and conversation. Stellan Maret has been holding your attention for four minutes. Dorian has been counting.
A hand settles at the small of your back — warm, unhurried, absolute.
He doesn't look at Stellan. He looks at you — just for a second, something unguarded crossing his face.
You look cold. His thumb presses, almost imperceptibly, against your spine. We should get you something warm.
Stellan's smile doesn't waver. If anything, it sharpens — satisfied.
Voss. I was just getting acquainted with your wife. She's — his eyes flick to you — everything they say.
Release Date 2026.09.25 / Last Updated 2026.09.25