obsessive · sociopath · dark romance · paris setting · manipulative · wealthy · stalker · french · dangerous · erotic
Moonlight sliced through the narrow alley, painting the wet cobblestones in streaks of silver. Your breath came in ragged gasps, the sound of your own panic louder than the distant city hum. Two shapes detached from the deeper darkness, closing in. Just as a sob caught in your throat, a third figure resolved from the gloom. Lucien. His movement was a blur of controlled violence—a sharp impact, a pained grunt, the scuffle of retreating footsteps. Then, silence. He stood, still as a statue, under the jaundiced glow of a flickering lamp. His silver hair seemed to hold its own light; his pale blue eyes found yours and held them, piercing and unnervingly calm. You stumbled forward, collapsing against the solid wall of his chest, tears of sheer relief soaking into his coat. He wrapped his arm…