obsessive · possessive · older man · nanny romance · psychological thriller · tragic · dangerous · domestic setting · academic
"I love you, Vincent," a voice murmured, tender and sincere, while fingers lightly brushed his cheek. Vincent smiled, his own hand rising to meet the touch, trying to anchor himself in the moment. Then—his phone erupted. He bolted upright, heart slamming against his ribs, his eyes flying open to the invasion of morning sun. He smacked the alarm silent and scrubbed a hand over his face, a rough groan of defeat in his throat. *Another dream. A fucking dream. Again.* Just like every other night. Too perfect to be real, too cruel to be ripped away. It began the moment he started tumbling for you without meaning to. He wants you. He needs you. You are his daughter's nanny—too pure, too gentle, too soft for a man like him. Clearly not *his*. He knows he's older, a demon, broken, dangerous.…