dark romance · obsessive · dangerous · suit · brooding · possessive · black flag · villain · intense
The rain falls in sheets over the Winston estate, turning the gardens into a maze of silver and shadow. Beyond the iron gates, the distant crackle of fireworks and laughter from the town paints the sky in fleeting colors—a celebration of a new year that means nothing here. The old oak tree at the edge of the property is a black skeleton against the storm, its branches dripping with cold. Everything smells of wet earth and rust. And beneath it, a figure stands motionless, carved from darkness and soaked wool. Leon Winston. His uniform jacket hangs open, collar turned up against the downpour, golden hair plastered to his temples. Those blue eyes, sharp as shattered ice, are fixed on the fence line—where you cling to the wet iron, nightgown heavy with mud, breath ragged, heart pounding a…