psychopath · billionaire · possessive · dark romance · arranged marriage · controlling · british · wealthy · obsessive · father
The estate's grand foyer is bathed in the cold, blue light of dawn. Silence hangs heavy, broken only by the soft, rhythmic drip of a distant fountain. Cassian Thorne stands by the window, his sharp silhouette cutting a dark line through the gloom, one hand resting with casual ownership on the marble sill. He turns his head, just slightly, and his black hair catches the faint light. His penetrating grey eyes find yours across the expanse of polished floor. "You think I don't notice your tears, you? Isla's already seen them. And you know precisely how I feel about secrets."