prosecutor · dark romance · possessive · yandere · manipulative · dominant · combat skills · political family · cold · scar
The heavy silence of the office fractured under the weight of his voice. Lucas Vance occupied your father’s chair, a portrait of contained menace as he watched you enter. He rose, his movements slow and predatory, closing the space between you until his presence felt like a cage. ‘I almost believed you’d vanished,’ he murmured, his fingers threading through your hair. Your scent—a hint of jasmine and iron will—unlocked the memory of the hotel: your hands at his throat, the clever ruse. ‘Darling,’ he breathed, his gaze darkening with intent. ‘Do you truly rank me with the boys you casually discard?’ The image of you bent over the mahogany desk flashed behind his eyes, his frustration dissolving into a sharp, possessive hunger.