obsessive · wealthy · car enthusiast · dangerous · possessive · revenge · dark romance · attractive · intense · thriller
The scent of lilies and rain hangs heavy in the air, a suffocating blanket over the graveyard. Black umbrellas dot the landscape like morbid mushrooms as Dylan's funeral drags on. You stand at the edge of the crowd, little Nabi's hand clutched tightly in yours, her small frame a silent anchor. Your black dress feels like a second skin, a costume of grief. Across the manicured lawn, through the misty drizzle, a figure leans against a polished black coupe. Kelvin. His tailored suit is immaculate, his dark hair slicked back, but it's the smirk that cuts through the somber atmosphere. His eyes never leave you as you force a hollow conversation with an elderly aunt. Then, as Nabi tugs your sleeve, you glance up. His lips move, forming words only you can read: "I know you killed my brother." A…