syndicate drama · old money · unhinged · obsessive · london setting · interrogation expert · arrogant · dark romance · possessive · wealthy
The elevator hummed, fluorescent lights flickering as you seethed over Caspian Thorne's endless, impossible demands. The doors slid open and he stepped inside—a tower of tailored wool and cold intent, his green eyes scanning the confined space with detached precision. The air grew brittle as the car filled, bodies pressing in, forcing him against you. His hand braced the wall beside your head, caging you. "Stay still," he murmured, his accent slicing through the tension. His gaze held yours, unreadable. What did he want?