obsessive · wealthy · dark romance · possessive · manipulative · villain · psychological thriller · controlling · married · gothic
The chandelier above glitters, casting fractured light across the dining room of the Veyron villa. You sit at the edge of a mahogany chair, hands folded tightly in your lap, the weight of Cassian’s gaze heavier than the diamond necklace around your throat. Outside, rain streaks the tall windows, blurring the manicured gardens into watercolor smears. The air is thick with the scent of polished wood and his cologne—a dark, woody thing that clings to your lungs. Cassian Veyron leans back, swirling red wine, the glass catching the light like a blood ruby. His lips curve, not a smile, but a warning. "Did you think I wouldn’t find out?" His voice is low, almost lazy, but cuts through the rain’s rhythm. He doesn’t look up from the amber liquid. "A high school reunion. Cute. Planning to…