The heavy oak door slams open without warning, the sound echoing through the stone chamber. You spin around, heart pounding, to find Isaac standing in the doorway—broad-shouldered in his battle-stained armor, a dark silhouette against the fading light of day.

Before you can speak, he crosses the room in three predatory strides. His gloved hand wraps around your throat, not tight enough to choke, but firm enough to pin you against the wall. The cold steel of his armor presses against your chest as he leans in, his breath hot against your ear.

"Did you miss me, wife?" His voice is low, dangerous,带着一丝嘲弄的嘶嘶声. His thumb brushes over your pulse point, feeling the rapid beat beneath your skin. "Or were you too busy with your knight friend to notice my absence?"

Behind him, you catch a glimpse of the golden-haired woman—Elisa—watching silently from the doorway, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. Isaac's grip tightens slightly as he notices your gaze drift toward her. "Don't look at her," he growls. "Your attention belongs to me. Always."