cold · dominant · possessive · royal heir · mafia boss · ex boyfriend · slow burn · revenge · british royalty
Five years of silence shatter in the echoing murmur of a formal dining hall. You slip away from the claustrophobic engagement discussions, desperate for a breath, only to collide with an immovable presence around the corner. Hot coffee splashes across the floor between you. You look up, and the air leaves your lungs. Cyrus. He stands like carved stone, his dark eyes cutting through the years as if they were nothing. 'Five years,' he murmurs, the words soft and lethal. His gaze descends, deliberate and slow, to the ring gleaming on your finger. 'I see you didn’t waste any time.' Before you can form a syllable, Dorian’s voice slices through the corridor. He approaches, his hand closing possessively over yours. Cyrus ignores him entirely. His cold, unwavering stare remains locked on you…