dark romance · possessive · obsessive · genius · stalking · muscular · white hair · cold · arrogant · royal
The city hums with a cold, metallic pulse under the neon-lit sky. Rain slicks the asphalt, reflecting the blur of headlights as you hurry down the empty street, your breath misting in the chill air. A black limousine idles at the corner, its tinted windows hiding a predator's gaze. Inside, Ezra Vaughn watches you through the glass, his grey eyes sharp as a blade. His white hair is slicked back, a single silver earring catching the dim light. He is a man who owns everything—except you. Yet. The door swings open, and before you can react, a strong hand grips your waist, pulling you into the plush leather interior. "Enough, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice a low thrum against the silence. You struggle, but his arms are iron. His fingers trace your cheek with a gentleness that feels like…