His Rules

Now, a sudden touch made their eye contact clash intensely. Svanna held her breath, detecting Nightroe's grip quite painfully on her jawbone. She winced slightly. With pure reaction, she touched the wrist that felt solid so that the man would understand how to release someone who had not even done anything as a form of guilt.

"What do you want, Nightroe?"

Svanna could hear for herself how her voice was laced with a restrained trembling tone. The worry in her tried to urge her to fight back. However, Nightroe always had a way of making the situation extremely painful. The anger in the man's eyes left many unexpected things that she could not describe between them. In the blink of an eye, the grip on her jaw went down like a horrible stranglehold.

The remnants of yesterday morning still lingered in Svanna's mind; how Nightroe made her almost lose her breath, but this time she imagined that the man would end her life immediately just to get this marriage over with.

"Nightroe—"

Svanna's call caught in the corner of her throat. Pretty sure that Nightroe had seen how helpless and desperate she was. Fear was always great. There was no way to match the man's power.

Suddenly, the whole situation felt very shocking. Her body was thrown on the bed in a half-sitting position with one arm propped up on the surface of the mattress pitifully.

"What are you doing here?"

Nightroe's heavy voice asked with a fiercely hostile atmosphere. The man acted as if he had forgotten that they were married and bound, and Svanna had been directed by the maid to wait in this room some time ago. She had no idea. Never thought that Nightroe would be so objected to by her being here.

Svanna shook her head in disapproval. There might not be anything that could be done to deal with Nightroe's cruel behavior, but she could be firm so that her sanity would remain in the best possible light.

"Isn't this already our room?" and turned around to ask, only to make Nightroe hiss sarcastically.

"Are you so sure that this room is for you?"

Svanna would have said no if the events of four years ago had never happened and created a fire between their relationship. Four years ago Nightroe had wanted a different woman, instead of finding her here—making the man's anger always peak, until everything was so painful.

"We just got married."

Svanna could not say more. She was afraid of exposing whatever they had been hiding, whatever had made them think the past was best buried deep.

"Don't you think that if I agree to marry you, then you will have the right to do whatever you want?"

The hissing tone was still always Nightroe's favorite when they were engaged in conversation. Svanna knew how much the man hated it. However, should she say something that would at least make the current situation feel better?

Swallowing harshly. Svanna mustered up the courage to reveal something properly, "I'm just sitting here quietly. There's nothing I do other than that."

Nightroe's expression changed after she managed to say everything. The man really thought this was something wrong, and there might be worse things than this situation here.

"There are three serious rules that you can't just break."

The heavy, dangerous tone of his voice made the tension behind Svanna's shoulders increase tremendously. She wished she could think clearly, or at least be able to deal with the situation where Nightroe was still just staring at her sharply.

"What don't you want me to do?" Svanna asked slowly. She immediately swallowed harshly when she detected Nightroe walking one step closer. Various situations happened so quickly. Suddenly the man's hand pressed down on the surface of the bed, making her face trapped between a sturdy and large arm, which left a danger radar.

"Do not touch anything in this place, as long as it is not yours."

It was all too sudden. Svanna had not fully understood the meaning of Nightroe's statement when the man first pulled the blanket wrapped around her body and then threw the object carelessly on the floor of the room. She was surprised. Of course. Irony. Had to stifle the scream at the top of her throat and stare at Nightroe in disbelief.

Those sapphire irises held a sharp, dangerous glint, even leaving something behind that Svanna could not entirely accept. There was no protest from her lips, other than completing the need to cover the exposed body part with both hands crossed in front of the chest. She was worried because now Nightroe's face had been lowered exactly so close there.

This was not their first night. It would never be their first night. She didn't want him to do something without her permission, or the cruelest way was to force it.

"You make a lot of exceptions for me not to touch, even on the blanket...."

How pathetic. There were still two rules left. Svanna had to finish everything to the end so that she could quietly draw Nightroe's attention away from her body.

"Whatever is here, you have no right to have it," the man said sarcastically.

There was some relief when the sapphire color in Nightroe's eyes had locked onto hers, though there was no denying that something inside Svanna still harbored a fierce level of vigilance.

Whatever was here did not belong to her....

Including the man's body and soul. She understood that Nightroe would not share anything because there was a promise made four years ago. Svanna just didn't understand... why was it that just a blanket? She had no right to use it?

"You don't want me to touch anything here. So, now get out of the way. What else don't you want me to do? I'll take good notes."

However, instead of asking questions. Svanna instead made a defiant decision. It was a relief to watch Nightroe create a step back. The man towered over her still with the same body appearance. So perfect.

"Don't ever interfere with any matters in my life, and don't ever set foot in my office."

It was all spelled out so quickly, then the man scanned the closet. It seemed like the urge to take a shower had been discouraged. Svanna observed for herself how Nightroe had hastily grabbed the clothes in a haphazard manner, then left her alone in the room contemplating the remaining mess; there was the blanket—which had very clearly been declared not to be touched. She couldn't do anything here, other than stay in the shade.

Indeed, Svanna would sleep on the floor without anything. Just the cold floor of the room. Nightroe would probably be back soon, and she'd better not make him angry.