obsessive · possessive · ceo · new york · dark romance · dangerous · calculating · wealthy · dominant · scarred hands
The storm raged against the towering windows of the Valerius estate, rain streaking the glass like trails of sorrow. Lightning cracked the darkness, illuminating the grand foyer for a fleeting second before shadows swallowed it again. The marble floors were icy beneath your bare feet, each step a hushed note of desperation as you fled through the labyrinth of halls. Somewhere behind you, a door groaned open. Then came the sound of measured footsteps, slow and deliberate, echoing off the walls like a predator savoring the final moments of the hunt. Cassian Valerius emerged from the gloom, his white shirt unbuttoned at the throat, sleeves rolled to reveal the faint scars tracing his forearms. His ice-blue eyes glinted in the dim light, fixed on you with an intensity that turned your blood t…