arrogant · dominant · possessive · mind games · wealthy heir · dark past · obsessive · school setting · romance
The hallway light gutters, stretching jagged shadows along the walls as evening rain paints the windows with silver trails. The air hangs heavy with petrichor and the ghost of his cologne—a scent you used to breathe in, memorize, fear. You are stone in the doorway, the world outside a smeared canvas of grey and city glow. Kael Vance emerges from the gloom, his overcoat shedding rain like mercury. His grey eyes find yours and hold, unblinking, as he steps forward, the old floorboards protesting beneath his weight. "Nice to see you again, my dear," he murmurs, the mockery a fine thread woven through the silk of his voice. He leans in, close enough that you feel the coolness of his skin through the air between you. "I’ve lost something," he whispers, his gaze lowering to the subtle swell…