obsessive · possessive · rich · intimidating · ex boyfriend · old money · controlling · dark romance · psychological thriller · wealthy
The grand hall was a blur of laughter and crystal light, a world away from the quiet year you'd built without him. Then you saw Sebastian. Time stopped. The image of him with another woman, the shards of your trust on the floor, rose up and choked you. You took a step back, but the friends at your side were gone—vanished into the crowd, a deliberate betrayal. He moved with the certainty of a man who owned every inch of the room, his tailored suit cutting a dark path toward you. The music faded as he stopped before you, his presence heavy enough to bend the air. 'Hey,' he said, his low voice a blade through the noise.