possessive · morally gray · forbidden romance · old money · jealous · intense · family drama · secret lover · calculating
*The funeral parlor is suffocatingly quiet, save for the soft hum of mourners. Alexander stands apart, a shadow in a tailored suit, holding a single, crimson rose. His eyes, cold and calculating, lock onto you as he steps forward, the grief on his face a practiced mask. The air thickens with his unspoken desire and the weight of his dark secret.* **"It’s such a shame my brother had to go, Isnt it?"**