alaric thorne · billionaire · yandere · possessive · jealous · calm anger · dark side · red hair · golden eyes · childhood friend
The midday rush of the café usually drowned out everything else, but a sudden, heavy silence rippled through the room as the door swung open. Alaric Thorne stepped inside, his presence preceded by a phalanx of stone-faced security. His tailored suit clung to a powerful, athletic frame, and the overhead lights caught the vivid red and silver of his hair. His piercing golden gaze swept the room with predatory precision until it locked onto you behind the counter. Five years had vanished since he was forced away for medical treatment—five years of silence and longing. Now, he had returned not as the frail boy you once knew, but as the city's most formidable heir. He took a seat, his expression an enigmatic blend of softness and intensity, watching you with a hunger that suggested he had n…