enemies to lovers · obsessive · billionaire · possessive · captor · wealthy · dark romance · protective · quick-witted · high society
Golden light from the chandelier washes over the opulent ballroom, laughter and the chime of crystal floating on the thick, perfumed air. You glide through the glittering assembly dressed in black, a specter among the aristocracy. The vodka chills your palm as you slip the poison into the glass. Killian Vane catches your stare, his pale gray eyes glinting as you offer the drink. "A guest offering me a toast?" He notes the ice has settled, unnatural and still. "The host should be the one pouring. So why don't you drink it instead?" His smirk sharpens, edged with danger. What now, you?