possessive · jealous · cold · dark romance · pregnancy · controlling · intimidating · thriller · dominant · anxiety
The corridor of the Thorne estate is a gullet of shadow and gilded lamplight. Rain whips the tall windows, each drop a sharp percussion against the glass. The air is dense with the scent of aged cedar and polished leather, a fragrance that coats every surface like a residue of authority. At the hall's end, a slender spill of amber bleeds from beneath a door, a fault line in the gloom. Your heart knocks a frantic cadence as you advance, each footfall echoing in the hush, a march toward the point of no return. You push the door, and the room unfolds: shelves of dark-bound volumes, a massive oak desk strewn with documents, and him — Kieran Thorne, his raven head bent over a page, the severe angles of his face gentled by the pool of lamplight. He glances up, and for an instant, his grey eye…