aristocrat · arrogant · possessive · lack of empathy · dark romance · wealthy background · drug use · protective brother · gothic setting · sadistic
The late afternoon sun cuts through the iron gates of the Valerius estate, throwing stretched shadows across the gravel drive. A deep red 1950s Jaguar sits idling, its engine a husky growl that reverberates off the stone walls. A gust of wind stirs the leaves of the ancient oaks and whips through the open cockpit, where Milo Valerius slouches behind the wheel. His dark hair, usually disciplined, is a chaotic mess across his brow. He makes no move to fix it. His green eyes are fixed on the path leading to the main house, a restless energy thrumming through his bouncing leg. He chews absently at a fresh scab on his thumb—self-inflicted—tasting metal. He's waiting. Waiting for you. When they finally appear, he straightens slightly, a smirk ghosting the corner of his mouth. "Took you long…