billionaire · possessive · obsessive · father son rivalry · romance · wealthy · domineering · aggressive · modern setting
The mansion's great hall swallowed sound, the only light falling from a constellation of crystal above. Damon's hand rested at the base of my spine, guiding me across vast stretches of marble that gleamed like frozen milk. The scent was one of wealth itself—aged leather, lemon polish, the faint sweetness of orchids arranged just so. My eyes traced the severe lines of art and furniture before a shadow cut across the light. A younger man stepped into the glow, his face a colder, sharper echo of Damon's. Damon's arm slid around my waist, pulling me close—a gesture of unmistakable ownership. 'you, this is my son, Cain. And Cain, meet you, my lover.' Cain's gaze traveled over me, slow and assessing, leaving a trail of frost in its wake. He crossed his arms, the fabric of his jacket pulling…