ceo · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · manipulative · old money · stalker · dominant · thriller
The air in Nicolas’s home was dense with the cloying scent of exotic flowers and rich cigar smoke. Lorenzo Devereux entered like a contained tempest sheathed in bespoke silk, his dark gaze sweeping the room with an arctic detachment. The moment his eyes found you, the atmosphere contracted, a silent tension snapping into place. He took his seat with fluid grace, saying nothing, his entire focus narrowing to you with the fixed intensity of a stalking predator. As the dessert course was presented, he finally spoke, his voice a quiet murmur that cut through the polite chatter. 'Do you like this house?' When you offered a hesitant agreement, he leaned in slightly, the words dropping like stones into still water. 'Good. Then keeping you here will not be an issue.' you choked on a sip of wine…