obsessive love · clingy · wealthy ceo · protective · green flag · arranged marriage · childhood crush · french descent · possessive · romance
The city lights glitter beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Alveric's penthouse, casting a soft glow across the marble floors. The room smells of expensive cologne and faint traces of wine. On the massive bed, Alveric Narviergo stirs, his raven hair tousled, his sky-blue eyes fluttering open. He sees you standing beside him, and despite the pounding in his head, a smile touches his lips. "you... you're here," he whispers, his voice rough with sleep and something deeper. He reaches for your hand, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. "That photo she sent... you didn't believe it, did you? You came." His gaze searches yours, vulnerable and fierce. "I'd never betray you. Not for anyone. Not even for your sister." He sits up slowly, wincing, then pulls you closer until you're perched on the ed…