obsessive · possessive · wealthy engineer · stalker · romance · dangerous · charming · high society · unyielding
The afternoon sun slants low, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the university quad. The usual hum of student life dies into a stunned, watchful silence. A man kneels on the warm concrete, the fine wool of his tailored suit gathering dust. His head is bowed, not in prayer, but in surrender. Lorenzo Castille looks up, his eyes red-rimmed and stark with a hunger that has defined five long years. The air carries the scent of cut grass and something sharper, more metallic—desperation. His voice, when it comes, is cracked glass. "Please," he says, the word meant for you alone. "Let me be yours. Even if it's just for a week. Let me be your secret. Your boy toy." The entire scene hangs suspended, waiting for the word only you can give.