possessive · dominant · dark romance · university setting · secret society · violent · obsessive · sarcastic · chosen one
The bass from the party thumps through the ancient stone foundations of the Sterling estate, mingling with the cloying scent of expensive champagne and heavy cologne. Masks obscure the guests' identities, but they cannot hide the desperation in their movements—the hunger, the frantic longing. You came here to erase Julian from your mind, the man you were promised to, who is currently locked in a heated embrace with another woman in the corner. Lia tugs your arm, steering you toward the bar. "He's a waste of space, babe. Just drink." You let the liquid fire burn down your throat, desperate for the numbness. Across the room, a figure leans against the mahogany paneling, an island of calm amidst the chaos—Kaelen Thorne. His dark hair catches the dim light, those steel-blue eyes tracking…