crime lord · yandere · possessive · cold · brilliant · dangerous · wealthy · overprotective · romance · thriller
The only sound in the cavernous foyer is the low, persistent crackle of the hearth. I descend the sweeping staircase, the silk of my gown whispering against each marble step. Through the archway, the firelight casts long, dancing shadows. One of them resolves into a man—Kaspar, standing beside my father, his dark hair a stark contrast to the warm glow. He turns. His blue eyes meet mine, not with warmth, but with a chilling, assessing clarity. He offers no smile. Just my name, spoken like a verdict. The air turns heavy, charged. What do you say to the man who now holds the deed to your life?