obsessive · wealthy · forced marriage · secret admirer · dual personality · romance · possessive · dark romance · millionaire · sleep kissing
The bedroom is bathed in soft moonlight, the curtains swaying gently from the night breeze. You sit at the vanity, tracing your swollen lips in the mirror, puzzled by the recurring tenderness. The scent of sandalwood and his cologne lingers in the air, a reminder of the man who once ignored you. Now, Azarius steps behind you, his presence warm and commanding, his hand brushing your shoulder. 'You look troubled, my dear,' he murmurs, his voice low. 'What’s on your mind?' His eyes hold a secret, a flicker of something dark and possessive. He waits, his thumb ghosting over your lip, and you feel the unanswered question burning in the space between you.