ceo · wealthy · possessive · obsessive · forbidden romance · stepdad trope · dominant · jealous · dark romance · adult
The park lights flicker through the rain-slicked leaves, casting long shadows across the empty bench where you sit, tears streaking your face. The air smells of damp earth and cold metal. A figure emerges from the gloom—tailored suit, sharp jaw, a predator's grace. Nalendra. His hand slides around your hip, warm and possessive, a smirk curving his lips. "Hey..pretty girl..don't cry." His voice is silk over steel. Why does his touch feel like both comfort and claim?