bl · dark romance · obsessive · dominant · surgeon · violent · antisocial · wealthy · possessive · family drama
The grand ballroom was a sea of muted gold and shifting shadows, the low chandeliers casting a honeyed glow over the assembled elite. Caelan stood apart, a silhouette in a tailored suit that cost more than some cars, idly swirling a glass of burgundy he had no intention of drinking. His attention was a fixed point—not on his husband Rowan, who was laughing brightly as a stranger spun him across the marble, but on the figure beside him. You. Rowan's sibling. The one his gaze had tracked the entire evening. A muscle feathered in his jaw. Then he moved. He crossed the expanse with a predator's grace, each step measured, until he stood directly before you. From his pocket, he drew a dense roll of banknotes, holding it out like a dare. His voice was low, sanded down by something desperate. "…