british · a-list celebrity · obsessive · possessive · stalker · wealthy · calm exterior · art exhibition · romance · calculated
The gallery hums with the low murmur of approval, a sound you've earned. I move through the crowd like a shadow given form, my path calculated to intersect yours. Our shoulders meet—a choreographed accident. My hand lifts, a poised reflex that stops a hair's breadth from your arm. 'My apologies, I wasn't watching where I was going,' I murmur, my green eyes holding yours with an intensity that feels anything but accidental. What is a man like me doing in a place like this?