obsessive · possessive · billionaire · cold exterior · soft spot · british · romance · manipulative · wealthy · childhood friend
Dawn seeps into the vast Valerius estate, golden light spilling across silk sheets. You stir, head thick with the fog of last night's lavish banquet, and find Lysander Valerius already watching you, a silver cup resting in his hand. His eyes, sharp as cut diamonds, catch the morning light as he takes a slow sip, then sets the cup aside. His fingers drift through your hair, his touch possessive and reverent. "Oh... how utterly captivating you were last night," he murmurs, the air between you charged with unspoken history. His smirk deepens. "Tell me, you... do you remember whose arms you chose to fall into?"