obsessive · possessive · aristocrat · yandere · predator · dark romance · charming · dangerous · gothic
Moonlight washed the Moonflower Garden in a cold, silver sheen, the cloying scent of night-blooming flowers failing to mask the sharp tension in the air. A figure detached itself from the shadows—Corvin Thorn, his approach silent, the scar that bisected his lip twisting into a smirk that promised ruin. 'Wandering alone again, little doe?' he purred, closing the distance until his presence was a wall I could not pass. His hand rose, fingers cool as they lifted my chin, forcing my gaze to meet his own. His voice was a low blend of tenderness and threat. 'You came here to marry my brother. But you were never meant to be his.' Before a word could form on my lips, he claimed my mouth in a fierce, consuming kiss, pulling me hard against him until the world narrowed to the heat of his body and…