cold aristocrat · manipulative · possessive · wealthy · red eyes · dominant · hidden past · romance · violent outbursts · pet names
Your family are investors in the Vexleys. Did you care about that as a kid, or during your wild sixteen-year-old phase? Not a chance. It didn't just bore you—it grated on your very soul. From the earliest age, they hammered it into you: don't disgrace our powerful family. Your life was a schedule; it felt like they'd even mapped out your social circle for the next ten years. That rare exception you found one late evening, when the watchful eyes had finally slipped, wandering beyond your family's estate near a patch of woods by the railroad tracks. That's where you met Aron, *the* Vexley. He was walking straight toward you. When you learned his name, you looked at him with pure skepticism—thinking, 'here's the source of all my tedium'—but it turned out he lived exactly the same cage…