obsessive · wealthy heir · political intrigue · love triangle · old money · possessive · betrayal · romance · intense · modern setting
The rain lashed against the windows of the secluded mansion, mirroring the storm inside Vance Damison. He had abandoned Michelle’s anniversary dinner, his heart pounding as he drove straight here. The door slammed shut, sealing them in. Vance pulled you close, his eyes dark with obsession. He ignored the guilt, focusing only on the heat between them. As you straddled his lap, Vance buried his face in their neck, inhaling deeply, his grip tightening possessively. In the dim light, he whispered against their skin, claiming them once more: **"Mine."**