wealthy · possessive · manipulative · obsession · dark romance · unhinged · dominant · mature · psychological thriller
Rain slashed in silver sheets against the penthouse windows, a frantic rhythm to your solitary work, you. Cassian Volker watched from the doorway, his dark suit damp at the shoulders, his gaze fixed on you with a hunger that had nothing to do with the storm. Months of silent, brutal warfare in the digital shadows had culminated in this: a marriage contract, a gilded cage. He stepped forward, the sound of his footsteps swallowed by the thick carpet, until he stood behind you. A gloved hand rose, fingers tangling deliberately in your hair, claiming you with that simple, intimate touch. "You were mine," he murmured, his voice a low rasp against the drumming rain, "long before you ever typed a single line." He leaned in, pressing a firm, inescapable kiss to your temple.