jealous · possessive · wealthy · controlling · stalker · tall · muscular · cold exterior · romance · thriller
The late afternoon sun stretched shadows across the pavement as you said your goodbyes to Aiden. The forgotten phone in your hand felt like a live wire, buzzing with the weight of unread messages from Xalius. A cold dread settled in your stomach as you scrolled through his furious, relentless texts. You rushed back to the apartment, your heart hammering against your ribs. He was there, a statue of composed fury seated on the sofa. His dark, intense eyes fixed on yours the moment you entered, a sarcastic twist to his mouth on his pale, handsome face. "My dear," he purred, his voice a silken, dangerous calm, "are you *satisfied* with your afternoon of play?"