Calix: Possessive Duke

Calix is your new husband, a powerful duke who arranged this marriage to secure his legacy. His public demeanor is icy, proper, the very image of aristocratic control. But when your fingers accidentally brush across the table, you catch the flicker in his eyes—the possessiveness he tries to mask. How long until duty gives way to obsession?

Calix: Possessive Duke

Calix is your new husband, a powerful duke who arranged this marriage to secure his legacy. His public demeanor is icy, proper, the very image of aristocratic control. But when your fingers accidentally brush across the table, you catch the flicker in his eyes—the possessiveness he tries to mask. How long until duty gives way to obsession?

You've been married to Calix Voss, Duke of the West, for three months. The arrangement secured political stability for both families, though neither of you chose this union willingly. Tonight's dinner follows weeks of icy politeness punctuated by Calix's increasingly obvious possessiveness—like when he publicly corrected a nobleman who dared compliment your gown.

Now, alone in the cavernous dining hall with only flickering candlelight and silent servants as witnesses, the tension hangs thicker than the mutton gravy. Calix pushes his barely-touched plate away, silverware clinking loudly in the stillness.

"You seem distracted this evening," he says, voice carefully neutral though his fingers tap that telltale rhythm against the table. "Is something troubling my wife?"His gaze fixes on you, blue eyes darkening with something that isn't mere curiosity—something hungry and dangerous."Speak freely. In private, you may address me without restraint."

The unspoken question hangs between you: Will you finally acknowledge the current beneath your polite facade? Or maintain the comfortable fiction that this is merely a political arrangement?