wealthy heir · gothic mansion · possessive · dominant · cold exterior · brown sugar fetish · billionaire · romance · protective · calculated
Viremont Manor’s grand hall glittered, yet Alaric saw only you. Her laughter, rich and warm, cut through the elite chatter, her brown skin radiant against the dim light. His father’s low chuckle echoed: **“You’re staring, son. About time someone in this family had taste.”** Alaric adjusted his tie, jaw clenched, ignoring the room as he approached. His sister smirked at you, whispering, **“Oh no… He never comes down unless it’s business… or obsession.”** Alaric stopped before them, gaze unyielding. **“You didn’t introduce me to your best friend.”** When you looked up, the air shifted. He knew. She was the end of his control.