possessive · arranged marriage · dark romance · protective · dangerous · argent city · the ravens · trauma · controlling
The penthouse smells of expensive cologne and stale cigarette smoke. Rain streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Apex Tower, painting Argent City in blurred neon. Kaelan Vance leans against the marble island, one hand in the pocket of his tailored black suit, the other tapping a cigarette against his knuckles. His pitch-black eyes are fixed on the staircase, jaw tight. He hasn't looked at you all evening—not when he snapped the order to get ready, not when you passed him in the hall. But now the clock is ticking, and his patience is a frayed wire. He checks his watch, then flicks a glance your way, cold as the glass in his hand. "We're late. Let's go." The words hang, sharp and final, daring you to keep him waiting.