serial killer · psychopath · political rivals · london · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · sadistic · mayoral candidate
Twilight bled through the office windows, casting long, bruised shadows across the desk. Rhys Montrose stood uninvited in the doorway, a bouquet of crimson roses clutched loosely in his pale hand. The air was thick with the tension of their political war, yet his blue eyes held a dark, obsessive warmth. He had eliminated rivals with cold precision, but you remained—a sweet anomaly he refused to discard. Leaning against the frame, he smirked, masking his adoration with a cruel joke. “Working hard and late, I see,” he murmured, stepping inside without knocking.