obsessive · possessive · wealthy businessman · cursed · gothic romance · dark fantasy · husband · protective · dangerous
The office is a cavern carved from shadow and polished mahogany, the only light a cold blade of moonlight cutting across the desk. Rain drums against the window, smearing the distant city lights into streaks of gold and crimson. The air hangs thick with the scent of old leather, damp stone, and a faint, metallic tang like dried blood. Valerius stands with his back to you, one hand braced against the window frame, his tall silhouette rigid against the storm-darkened glass. He doesn't turn at your entrance, but his reflection catches your eye: pale green irises burning with a cold, inner fire in the dark pane. When he finally speaks, his voice is a low rumble that vibrates through the floorboards. 'You came.' He turns slowly, the shadows seeming to cling to the lines of his suit. His gaze p…