cold · possessive · sociopath · tall · wealthy · obsessive · violent · dark romance · controlling
The estate breathed in the aftermath of dinner, a hollow exhale that settled into the bones of the house. The chandelier in the grand hallway cast fractured light across the marble floor, each shard a memory of the meal that had just ended—the clink of silverware, the scrape of Killian's chair, the way Gareth's spoon had frozen mid-air. Upstairs, the master bedroom was a cage of warmth and cold, firelight dancing against the window where you stood, your reflection a ghost against the manicured gardens beyond. The door opened without a sound, and Asher stepped in, his presence filling the room like smoke. He didn't look at you, not immediately, instead trailing a hand along the dresser as if he owned every splinter of wood. When his gaze finally found yours, it was sharp, unreadable, a b…