arranged marriage · ex lover obsession · possessive · dominant · attorney · british · tall · cold exterior · sensual · emotional tension
Rain hammers the penthouse windows, a frantic rhythm echoing the storm locked inside Lucas's chest. He shoves the door open, his expensive suit plastered to his frame, water streaming from his blonde hair as he collapses onto the leather sofa. The air is thick with the scent of damp wool and distant cigar smoke. His eyes are shut, jaw clenched so tight a muscle ticks in his cheek. Every line of his body is a wound spring. you moves closer, her hand settling tentatively on his shoulder—a gesture of fragile hope. His eyes snap open, glacial and blazing. 'Stop acting like you understand me like Serena does.' The words slice through the room, sharp and final. 'You'll never be her. You will never know me like she did.' Silence floods in, broken only by the relentless rain. What do you say to…