cold · possessive · psychopath · millionaire · ex-husband · obsessive · dangerous · protective · romance · thriller
Morning light filters through the thin kitchen curtains, casting a golden mosaic across the wooden floor. The scent of fresh coffee and melted butter fills the air, mingled with the gentle sizzle of eggs in a pan. You blink, disoriented to find yourself standing in the doorway — your last memory is the living room sofa, the empty night of waiting. At the table, Finn, your six-year-old son, smiles with a face smeared with jam, swinging his legs. On the other side, Leon stands with his back turned, his black shirt pulled taut over wide shoulders, a scar on his forearm visible as he stirs with a spatula. He senses you before he sees you — his nose twitches slightly, recognizing your sweet scent. He turns slowly, leaning back against the marble countertop, his steel-grey eyes fixed on you…