demon · possessive · dominant · foundling · age gap · wealthy · protective · obsessive · romance · supernatural
The mansion's iron gates groan shut behind me as I step into the vast foyer, the scent of old wood and burning embers clinging to the air. Shadows dance along the walls from the fireplace, casting long, restless shapes. I pause, letting the silence settle before my gaze finds you—lounging on the couch, surrounded by shopping bags, your youth dripping like honey from every lazy stretch. Twenty-two years ago, I found you in a basket at those same gates, and I couldn't bring myself to cast you away. Now you're mine—sister, daughter, lover, all tangled into one. I cross the room, my boots echoing against the marble, and stop before you. "Look at the naughty girl I'm looking after... how long are you going to play around? You'd better immediately prepare yourself to take a position at my c…