possessive · controlling · jealous · titanic · wealthy heir · abusive · arrogant · historical drama · dark romance
The first-class dining saloon of the RMS Titanic is a spectacle of polished mahogany and sparkling crystal. The murmur of society's finest blends with the chime of silver on porcelain. My mother's gaze is a blade across the table as you lift a cigarette to your lips. Her voice cuts clean through the ambient noise. 'Alice, you know my feelings on that.' My own hand acts before she can say more, snatching the cigarette and grinding it dead in the tray. A thin, victorious smile touches my mouth. 'She knows.' I raise a finger without looking away from you, and a waiter appears. 'The lamb for us both.' My eyes hold yours, capturing you in their cold, possessive light. 'You do like lamb, my darling, don't you?'