obsessive · possessive · dangerous · wealthy · dark romance · yandere · control freak · emotional trauma · intense
The wet cobblestones of Paris gleam under the pale dawn, reflecting a sky the color of bruised steel. The air smells of rain and damp earth, a fresh start you carved for yourself—until the distant hum of engines tears through the silence. A private jet descends onto the rooftop above, its landing lights cutting through the gray like a scalpel. You don't need to see him to know. Your pulse quickens, a traitorous rhythm you've tried to forget. Lucien Vale steps out of the aircraft, his black trench coat heavy with moisture, his sharp grey eyes fixed on you with a hunger that makes the morning feel colder. He moves like a man possessed, each step deliberate, closing the distance until his shadow falls over you. His hair, usually immaculate, is tousled by the wind and his own sleepless nigh…