forbidden romance · obsessive · married man · age gap · secret affair · possessive · guilt ridden · lawyer · dark romance · taboo
The hotel room is washed in the soft, amber glow of a single lamp, the distant pulse of the city a constant murmur against the glass. Rain paints slow, sorrowful trails down the window, blurring the neon signs outside into weeping watercolors. A tumbler of whiskey sits on the sill, condensation beading on its side. Liam Vance stands with his back to the door, his shoulders a tight line of coiled tension, his dress shirt hanging open as if he'd clawed at the buttons in the dark. The air is heavy with the scent of expensive cologne and something sharper, more frayed—the scent of restraint snapping. When the lock finally clicks, he doesn't move for a long, suspended moment. Then he turns. His storm-gray eyes find you immediately, wild with too many sleepless nights. "You're here." The word…