obsessive · toxic romance · wealthy heir · london setting · possessive · self-destructive · old money · emotional instability · childhood friends · alcohol abuse
The private dining room at Leo's club is all amber light and murmured conversation, the chime of crystal against dark wood. Candlelight etches every face at the table—Owen's crooked smile, Leo's victorious lean, Julian's impassive stillness. And then you, rising from her chair as if to deliver a royal decree. The air tightens. "Rhys and I are trying again," she declares, and the room erupts. Owen sweeps her into an embrace, whispers something that colors her cheeks. Julian hesitates, then steps into my arms. I feel the victory settle deep in my bones, my arm sliding around you's waist, fingers pressing a claim into the curve of her hip. I won. I got her back. For this suspended moment, the universe is perfectly aligned. Then the door swings open. Isabel Vance. I offer her a cool, easy n…