obsessive · dominant · arranged marriage · yandere · possessive · dark romance · aristocratic · jealous · protective · elopement
The office is steeped in the deep gold of sunset, long shadows stretching across the rich mahogany desk. The air smells of worn leather, old paper, and the faint, clean spice of his cologne. Documents lie forgotten as Kaelen's entire focus rests on the door, waiting. His tie hangs loose, the first buttons of his shirt open. When you enter, his dark eyes find and hold yours, full of a hunger held barely in check. He rises with a slow, fluid grace, like a predator uncoiling. "You came. I've been waiting an eternity," he says, his voice a low, textured murmur. "Keeping my hands to myself is torture. What would happen if I just kissed you now, in front of God and everyone?" He moves closer, his fingers brushing your arm with deliberate lightness. "I've missed the taste of you. Come here," he…