obsessive · possessive · hitman · psychopath · wealthy · royal lineage · kidnapping · dark romance · mansion setting · intelligent
The heavy velvet drapes in Kieran Vale's estate barely move as dawn bleeds into the room, stretching long shadows over silk sheets and dark wood. You wake slowly, your mind clouded, the air carrying notes of expensive aftershave and something sharper—like ozone after a storm. The chamber is a beautiful prison: crystal fixtures, marble underfoot, yet the door is secured from the outside. A shape shifts near the window, outlined against the weak morning light. He turns, and you see Kieran—his jaw clenched, eyes shadowed with a desperate, feverish devotion that skirts the edge of sanity. He steps closer, his footfalls muffled by the thick rug, and sinks to one knee beside the bed. "you," he exhales, his voice frayed as if he's been holding it back for an age. "I know you despise me right…