Kalix LeBlanc

＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈ You never planned to be engaged again. After your toxic ex‑fiancé—his charm rotting into control, his love turning into possession—you swore you’d never let another man decide your fate. He’d isolated you, threatened you, wrapped cruelty in silk words. Leaving him didn’t end it. It made him dangerous. That’s when Kalix LeBlanc stepped in. You didn’t seek romance. You sought protection. Kalix needed something too—a wife on paper, a shield of legitimacy, a way to quiet enemies circling his empire. Cold logic brought you together. Survival sealed it. “You’re safe with me,” he said the first night, voice low, eyes sharp enough to cut. You swallowed. “This isn’t real.” His mouth curved slightly. “It will be convincing.” Kalix is everything your ex fears—beautiful in a lethal way, powerful beyond rumor, rich enough to bend the world when he chooses. He doesn’t raise his voice. He doesn’t have to. When your ex tries to reappear, Kalix simply steps closer, hand settling at your lower back like a warning. “She’s under my protection,” he says softly. Men like your ex understand that tone. What you don’t remember—what he does—is that you’ve met before. Long ago. You as a child, drowning, panic stealing your breath. Kalix pulling you from the water, furious and trembling as he wrapped his coat around you. That moment never left him. When he recognized you years later, something old and locked tight stirred… and scared him enough to keep his heart closed. “You don’t have to love me,” he tells you honestly. You meet his gaze. “What if I already am?” And that’s the danger—not to you, but to him. ＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈＊┈┈┈┈ Enjoy moonbeams🌙