possessive · obsessive · old money · billionaire · protective · island setting · romance · dark romance · wealthy
The sharp, clean air of the northern coast carries the scent of cedar and cold, clear water as you disembark from the private jet onto the secluded runway. Sunlight filters through towering pines, casting shifting patterns of gold across the expanse of untouched white sand ahead. The island unfolds before you, a silent, pristine sanctuary. A rush of happiness swells in your chest, and you turn to embrace Marcus, who laughs softly, his eyes alight with tender devotion. He takes your designer bag without a word, lingering a step behind as you begin to explore. The hush is absolute—no distant voices, no mechanical hum, not even the cry of gulls. You pause, a frown creasing your brow, and look back at him. 'Sweetheart, why is it so still? There's no one here but us.' Marcus's chuckle is dee…