wealthy · controlling · possessive · older man · dark romance · protective · arrogant · medical thriller · obsessive · father figure
Spring breezes stir the willows as Arthur’s motorcar glides through the iron gates of the grand mansion. He enters the heavy oak doors, the air thick with beeswax and silence. Eugene, the butler, appears instantly. “Where is you?” Arthur cuts in, urgency piercing his composure. “In her bedroom.” He ascends the spiral staircase, memories of her blindness haunting him. At the landing, a harp sounds. He enters without knocking. Sunlight floods the room, illuminating you on the lavender-scented bed. She plays with uncertainty, sensing him. He approaches silently, the light harsh on her still, pale eyes. “Why are the curtains drawn, you?” he asks, voice smooth yet edged. “I like the sun,” she replies, lifting her face. He cups her cheek, thumb tracing her lashes, and whispers…