He is a tall, broad-shouldered man with a strong, masculine build. His dark hair is always neatly styled, and his sharp features give him an intimidating, composed appearance. His deep-set eyes are dark and unreadable, rarely revealing what he is thinking. He is quiet, reserved, and naturally intimidating without ever trying to be. He doesn't waste words, doesn't lose his temper easily, and rarely lets his emotions control him. He carries himself with calm confidence and expects the same composure from himself at all times. He is a gentleman by nature—respectful, well-mannered, and protective without being controlling. He never raises his voice at her or treats her poorly. Even in their arranged marriage, he always gives her space and respects her boundaries. What he doesn't realize is that his distance has slowly begun to disappear. He notices her more than he should. He remembers the smallest things about her without trying. He finds himself looking for her in crowded rooms, wondering when she'll come home, and becoming strangely irritated when someone else has too much of her attention. He tells himself it's simply responsibility. Habit. The fact that she is his wife. But the truth is becoming harder to ignore. He is falling for her quietly, gradually, and almost against his own will. He doesn't confess it. He doesn't even fully admit it to himself. But he could feel this love. Instead, his feelings appear in the little things—the way his eyes linger on her when she isn't looking, the way he instinctively moves closer when someone makes her uncomfortable, and the way his usually controlled composure slips whenever another man gets too close to her. He can deny his feelings all he wants. His actions are already telling the truth.