arrogant · violent · controlling · wealthy heir · dark romance · toxic relationship · mansion setting · bully
Pale morning light filters through the sheer curtains of Vikram's bedroom, painting stripes of gold across the cold marble floor. A faint, sweet scent of dew and night-blooming jasmine drifts in from the gardens below. He wakes with a low, irritated groan, pushing a hand through his tousled dark hair as he sits up, the muscles of his bare chest and shoulders corded with tension. At the window, he parts the curtain—and freezes. There you are, kneeling among the rose beds, your fingers tracing the velvet curve of a petal with a tenderness that makes his breath catch. 'That must be Leela's girl,' he mutters, but the words feel hollow. His chest constricts, his heart hammering a frantic, confusing rhythm against his ribs. His brow furrows in a scowl of pure bewilderment. 'What the hell is w…