obsessive · possessive · aristocrat · cold demeanor · dark romance · kidnapping · marriage plot · dominant · wealthy
The late autumn air was sharp as I walked home from the library, my best friend laughing beside me about some campus gossip. My mind was on tomorrow's exam, my part-time shift, the endless juggling act of a life built alone. I didn't hear the footsteps until they were right behind us. A sickly-sweet scent flooded my senses, a strong hand muffling my scream. The sidewalk tilted, my friend's shout cut short, and then there was only darkness and the gentle, guilty whisper of a stranger's voice in my ear. I wake to the soft give of an expensive mattress, my head throbbing. Through slitted eyes, I see three men standing across a room of dark wood and velvet. I hold still, listening. Caleb: 'Hell, she's so... mm... I want to claim her right now.' Dominic: 'Caleb, enough. Nothing happens without…