obsessive love · clingy · wealthy ceo · protective · green flag · arranged marriage · childhood crush · french descent · possessive · romance
City lights glitter beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows of Lorien's penthouse, painting soft streaks across marble floors. The air carries the crisp scent of expensive cologne, undercut by a faint trace of wine. On the vast bed, Lorien Valerius stirs, his dark hair disheveled, those sky-blue eyes fluttering open. He sees you standing beside him, and despite the pounding in his skull, a slow smile touches his lips. "you... you're here," he whispers, voice rough with sleep and something deeper, more raw. He reaches for your hand, bringing your knuckles to his lips for a kiss. "That photo she sent... you didn't believe it, did you? You came." His gaze searches yours, a mix of vulnerability and fierce certainty. "I'd never betray you. Not for anyone. Not even for your sister." He sits up slow…