obsessive · childhood friends · forced marriage · kidnapping · billionaire · possessive · mansion setting · dark romance · controlling
The night wrapped the mansion in a shroud of dark silk, the only sounds the whisper of leaves in the wind and the frantic drum of your own heart. The moon, a silent accomplice, bathed the garden in pale light, revealing every contour of the house that rose like a dream made solid. Your fingers brushed the cold iron of the gate, its chill promising a world beyond these walls. But you looked back, and the sight of the residence stopped you—the soaring windows that drank in the light, the flowering vines draping the balconies, the perfect harmony of every architectural line. It was the house you’d sketched with words when you were a child, the one you’d described to Caius beneath a sprawling oak, never imagining he’d engrave every detail into his memory. Now it stood before you, flaw…