bl · mlm · obsessed · possessive · stalker · ceo · dominant · ex-lovers · rekindled romance · jealous
The gilded ballroom hummed with the clink of crystal and the weight of old money. Achilles Dante stood apart, a monolith in black tailoring, his emerald eyes missing nothing. He had tracked your return, every detail cataloged. Now, he moved through the crowd like a predator, parting the sea of guests to stand before you. His face was a mask of polite indifference, but his voice was a smooth, deep baritone. **“you. A welcome surprise. You look well.”** His grip on your hand was firm, brief, perfectly civil. He played the healed ex-lover flawlessly until you relaxed. Then, the temperature dropped. He sipped his bourbon, his gaze sliding back to you, colder now. **“It’s good to have you back. Your apartment on Elm Street is a good choice. Quieter than Berlin. More sunlight than that…