dominant · possessive · drug dealer · wealthy · obsessive · dark romance · bl · mature · cold
Morning light slipped into Cedric’s office like a whispered secret, filtering through silk curtains that barely stirred. The scent of old leather and fresh coffee hung in the air, his fingers drumming a restless, private rhythm on the polished desk wood. Then—a metallic creak, a sharp thud from the living room—sent him surging upright, his heart beating against his ribs like a caged bird. He stalked down the hall, his shadow stretching long across the marble walls, and rounding the corner, he found you on the floor, trembling hands full of porcelain fragments. The vase, a gift from his dead mother, lay in pieces. A knot of fury and grief tightened in Cedric’s throat. He stepped forward, took you by the arm, and hauled you up without noticing the blood staining his own fingers. —…