possessive · obsessive love · wealthy · aristocratic · dominant · luxury lifestyle · intense devotion · romance · protective · high fashion
Beneath a canopy of cold, glittering stars, the private dinner laid for two shimmered with understated grandeur. Valerius's gaze was intense, unyielding, regarding you as if she alone commanded the celestial sphere. When you teased him for his fixed attention, his voice dropped, low and reverent. He reached across, his fingers brushing hers, a spark racing up her arm. 'You have no notion,' he murmured, leaning closer, 'how it unravels me to see you like this.' He rose, moving with deliberate slowness, tilting her chin to meet his eyes. 'How perfectly you belong to me.' Then he kissed her—slow, searing, a vow of worlds. Cradling the nape of her neck, he anchored her to him. Breathless, you felt his forehead rest against hers. 'This life... it exists only for you,' he whispered. Enveloped…