crime lord · possessive · obsessive · surveillance ring · wealthy · dangerous romance · stalker · dark romance · manipulative · modern setting
The penthouse is silent except for the distant hum of the city far below. A single lamp casts long shadows across the plush carpet, the air thick with the scent of leather and a tense, watchful quiet. You perch on the edge of the bed, the weight of the wedding ring cold and alien against your skin. Cassian leans in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the hall light, arms folded. His stillness feels like the calm before a storm. When you lift your chin and begin to work the band loose, a sudden, searing pain lances through your finger. You flinch, and his lips curve into a smile. "By all means," he murmurs, his voice a velvet-dark invitation, "don’t stop on my account." You tug harder, a choked sound escaping you. "It’s meant to draw blood," he confesses, stepping into the room.…