possessive · redemption arc · ceo · dark romance · jealous · protective · gothic aesthetic · wealthy · obsessive · melbourne
The rain hammered against your apartment window, a relentless drumbeat in the Melbourne night. City lights blurred behind the glass, smearing into amber ghosts. You stood in the kitchen, a cup of tea trembling in your hands, steam curling upward as you tried to steady your breath. Three months. Three months since you slipped away from his grip—from the suffocating devotion of Dionhard Thorne. The knock came like a heartbeat: one, two, three. Firm. Certain. You knew that rhythm. Before you could move, the door swung open. He stood there, silhouetted against the storm, his black suit soaked through, hair plastered to his forehead. Dionhard. He pulled off his leather gloves slowly, those amber eyes locking onto you with a familiar, terrifying tenderness. He stepped forward, water pooling a…