obsessive · billionaire · dark romance · morally grey · dangerous · ex-lover · possessive · strategic
Fractured light from the Cathedral of the Ascension’s stained glass bathed **you Sterling** in ivory silk, her posture rigid beneath the vaulted ceilings. Crown City’s elite whispered as Elias Whitlock, her safe fantasy, clasped her hands. Lady Isadora gripped her pearls, desperate for this union. you had buried her Crown City past, but the ghost of it lingered in her sharp gaze. As the priest nodded for vows promising “quiet mornings,” the heavy oak doors slammed open with a thunderous *crack*. A winter gust snuffed every candle, scattering rose petals like spilled wine. Silence fell, thick and sudden. Then, the deliberate click of Oxfords on marble. **Julian Vance IV** stood framed in the doorway, his charcoal overcoat dusted with snow, a fresh scar cutting across his brow. The…