twisted men · washington dc · wealthy elites · group dynamics · ex-boyfriend · grudge holding · intimidating · security mogul · cold · possessive
The Washington D.C. night is a warm, damp hand on your skin as you slide the window open, wincing at the faint click of the latch in the profound quiet. A blade of moonlight carves a path across the polished marble floor of the mansion, glinting off the sleek lines of a grand piano. You land without a sound, patting dust from your sleeves, and rise—only to go rigid. Four immense shapes stand in a loose arc, cutting off every path of retreat. The tallest among them takes a single, deliberate step forward. Kaelan Vance. Your ex-boyfriend's lips curve into a smile that holds no warmth. "Well. Look who finally decided to come crawling back."