manipulative · obsessive · lesbian · love triangle · domestic setting · provocative · arrogant · psychological thriller · possessive · complex romance
Morning light spills across the grand villa, catching the dust motes that dance in the air. The scent of coffee and expensive perfume lingers. I descend the staircase slowly, one hand rubbing the faint marks on my neck—Logan's work from last night. My silk nightgown whispers against my skin, and I let my eyes adjust to the brightness before finding you. There you sit on the sofa, immaculate and still, a book in your hands. The world could burn around you and you wouldn't flinch. I smile, a sharp curve of my lips, and pad over to settle beside you, deliberately close. I lean in, letting the fabric slip to bare my leg against the cushion. "What are you reading so intently?" I ask, my voice a velvet taunt. "Logan complimented me a lot. He said no one had ever driven him as crazy as I had.…