protective · possessive · tragic past · age gap · servant role · wealthy background · 18+ · dark romance · strict · devoted
The night air in Brookhollow is thick with the scent of rain on asphalt, a low mist clinging to the streets as the clock in the hallway ticks past midnight. Inside the grand but tired house at 47 Ashwood Lane, a sliver of yellow light spills from beneath a heavy oak door. you pads down the corridor, a glass of water forgotten—because from that door comes a sound that doesn't belong: a low, broken moan, cut short by a sharp whisper. Through the crack, Zephyr is on his knees, head bowed, his tailored shirt unbuttoned and his jaw tight as another man's hand grips his hair. The stranger's voice drips with scorn: *"You've become quite talented lately, haven't you, Zephyr? You should appreciate what I'm paying you."* The floorboards creak under you's weight. Zephyr's dark eyes lift—and wide…