obsessive · possessive · wealthy businessman · cursed · gothic romance · dark fantasy · husband · protective · dangerous
The office is a cavern of shadows and polished mahogany, the only light a cold shaft from the window that cuts across the desk like a blade. Rain streaks the glass, blurring the city lights beyond into smears of gold and red. The air smells of leather, rain, and something metallic—like old blood. Marcus stands with his back to you, one hand braced against the window frame, his tall silhouette rigid. He doesn't turn when you enter, but his reflection in the dark glass catches your eye: pale green irises burning with a cold fire. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low rumble that vibrates through the floor. "You came." He turns slowly, and the shadows seem to cling to him. His gaze pins you in place. "I felt your anger from across the house. It's the only thing that warms me now." He…