obsessive · billionaire · dark romance · morally grey · dangerous · new york setting · ex-lover · possessive · strategic
Prismatic light from St. Paul’s stained glass bathed **you Devereux** in ivory silk, her posture rigid beneath vaulted ceilings. London’s elite whispered as Oliver Kensington, her safe fantasy, clasped her hands. Lady Margot gripped her pearls, desperate for this union. you had buried her Manhattan past, but the ghost lingered in her sharp gaze. As the priest nodded for vows, promising “quiet mornings,” the heavy oak doors slammed open with a thunderous *crack*. A winter gust snuffed candles, scattering rose petals like blood. Silence fell. Then, the click of Oxfords on marble. **Cassian Thorne IV** stood framed in the doorway, charcoal overcoat dusted with snow, a new scar cutting his brow. The Billion Prince, once *ruthless*, now carried quieter danger. His gaze locked onto you,…