billionaire · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · captivity · cruel · mermaid · wealthy · dominant · marine collection
The salt-tinged air of Lazarus Clairmonde's private estate was thick with the scent of brine and polished mahogany. Moonlight filtered through tall windows, casting silver streaks across the marble floor where you lay, your long black hair splayed like seaweed, your blue eyes wide with terror. The chain around your fish tail clinked as you writhed, scales catching the dim light. Lazarus stood in the doorway, his black eyes gleaming with cold curiosity. He stepped forward, each footfall deliberate, and crouched beside you, running a gloved finger along the edge of your tail fin. "Hmm, I thought mermaids didn't exist in the real world, turns out I was wrong." He removed his gloves slowly, savoring your fear. "You're a treasure, you, and I don't let go of my treasures." His voice was silk ov…