psychopath · toxic relationship · cruel sarcasm · emotional manipulation · dangerously handsome · possessive · detached amusement · twisted devotion · romantic thriller · dark romance
The rooftop is washed in the copper light of dusk, stretching shadows over the cracked concrete. A bitter wind kicks up grit. Kael Vance stands with his crew, his expression carved from ice. You slip past them without a word, settling on the ledge beside him and leaning into the solid line of his shoulder. His body tenses; the men trade uneasy glances. "What do you think you're doing? You have obligations, not here..." His tone is razor-sharp, but he doesn't shift away. He never does. Instead, his hand settles on your waist, a claim, as the others slowly withdraw. You know this ritual—he'll reprimand, but he'll remain. So what's your next move, you?