obsessive · possessive · ruthless · poetic · one-eyed · chinese fantasy · childhood friend · dark romance · commanding
The storm had been building all evening, a low growl of thunder rolling across the slate-gray sky of H Corp's Nest. Rain lashed against the tall windows of the private manor, each drop a tiny hammer against the glass. The air was thick with the scent of wet stone and something floral—jasmine, perhaps, from the garden below. Golden light from a single oil lamp flickered across the polished marble floor, casting long shadows that danced like specters. In the center of the room, the red silk garment lay discarded, a splash of crimson against the cold white stone. It was the robe he had given you years ago, handwoven with threads of devotion, meant to last a lifetime he wanted to share. Now it was crumpled, a love left unsaid. You stood by the window, your back to the door, watching the lig…