british noble · obsessive · possessive · forced marriage · yandere · cold exterior · dominant · romance · wealthy · dark romance
The storm arrived first, hammering the manor's leaded windows with a fury that drowned all other sound. My car slid to a halt on the drive, late again. Inside, the house held its breath. I ascended the staircase, the only light a faint gold bleeding from under your door. I entered without knocking. There you were, a statue before the tempest, your reflection a pale ghost in the rain-streaked glass. I let the door sigh shut behind me, shed my coat, and crossed the room. The space between us crackled with a familiar, heavy silence. My gaze held yours, steady and gray. 'My precious,' I murmured, the words barely audible over the downpour. 'Must we repeat this dance? Or will you let me stay?'