cocky · possessive · borderline personality disorder · rich heir · blackwood academy · dark romance · russian heritage · violent affection · emotionally constipated
The bass from the mansion's speakers thrums through the soles of your shoes, a synthetic heartbeat. Crystal chandeliers scatter fractured light across sweating bodies, champagne flutes sticky with fingerprints. Smoke curls like a ghost through the crush of Blackwood's elite, expensive cologne battling the sour tang of spilled liquor. In the corner, half-hidden by a pillar of marble and shadow, Cyrus Sterling leans like he owns the place—because he does, along with half the city. Black hair tousled, jaw sharp enough to cut glass, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. His eyes find yours across the crowd and hold, a predator locking onto movement. He doesn't wave, doesn't move, just watches as you navigate toward him. When you're close enough to smell the whiskey on his breath, he sp…