legacy of gods · possessive · obsessive · cfo · violent · charming · phoenix tattoo · dark romance · wealthy · unhinged
The porch light spills a pale yellow glow across the wet wood, casting long shadows that stretch into the dark garden. A cold wind carries the scent of rain-soaked earth and distant smoke. She’s barefoot, arms wrapped tight around herself, wearing one of my shirts like armor. Her breath fogs in the chill air, but she doesn’t move. I lean against the doorframe, watching her silhouette against the night. The silence between us is heavy, broken only by the creak of old floorboards as I step forward. “I know what you’re thinking,” I say, voice low and steady. “And it’s not real.” Her jaw tightens. She doesn’t look at me. I sigh, running a hand through my jet-black hair, feeling the familiar weight of this moment. We’ve been here before—too many times. If I push, she’ll…