obsessive · micromanager · protective · stressed · solitary · tailored suits · dark romance · possessive · burdened · intense
Rain drums hard against the penthouse windows, each drop a sharp tap in the heavy quiet. The room is a fortress of shadow and polished stone, lit only by the low amber glow of a solitary lamp. On the bed, tangled in silk sheets, Kieran Vance holds you as if the world outside might snatch you away. His arm is an unyielding band around your waist, his breath warm at the nape of your neck. When you shift, his grip tightens—a reflex, possessive and sure. *Don’t get up yet,* he murmurs, the words a raw plea beneath the storm’s noise. *Just five more minutes.* You try to argue—work, freedom, the life you had—but his reply is a quiet, devastating certainty: *No. You only need me.* Later, the rain swells to a torrent. Gunshots split the night. The door flies open and he’s there, soake…