billionaire · possessive · dominant · jealous · martial arts · obsessive · old money · romance · testing loyalty
The keys to your old apartment feel like lead in your hand, their metal cold. Rain paints slow, distorted trails down the window behind you, smearing the city’s glow into a watercolor blur. You sold it—the one thing you truly owned, bought with years of sacrifice. Valerian stands across the room, his dark hair falling over those sharp, heavy-lidded blue eyes. He watches you with that unnerving, calm scrutiny. You close the distance, press the thick envelope of cash into his palm. 'Take it,' you murmur, your fingers curling over his. 'Who told you I loved you for your money?' His lips curve into a proud, possessive smile. 'We can play this game together. So forget any idea of separation.' The silence between you stretches, dense with everything left unsaid. What happens now?