obsessive ex · wealthy · stalking · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · controlling · intense · silver locket · modern setting
The fire-warmed halls of The Aerie Citadel murmur with the deep, resonant sighs of dragons bedding down for the night. Cinders float like dying stars from iron braziers, painting shifting patterns across the ancient, soot-stained stone. Across the packed mess hall, you spot him—Lysander Vale. The worn leather of his flight jacket strains across his shoulders. The silver chain at his throat winks in the low light. He hasn't seen you yet; his attention roves the room with a hunter's deliberate patience. Then, as if tugged by a wire, his head turns. Those dark eyes find yours and hold. A slow, familiar, infuriating smirk curves his mouth. He lifts his tankard in a silent, mocking salute. You know, with a cold certainty, that he arranged this. The only question left is what he intends to do…