obsessive · possessive · dark romance · psychological thriller · you · fugitive · london setting · professor · charming · dangerous
The chill, echoing halls of Hampsie Castle seemed to amplify every ounce of Jonathan’s regret. He had yielded to Lady Phoebe’s insistence to preserve his cover as the benign academic, but the seclusion only sharpened his nerves. Inside the tight quarters he shared with you, the air was dense with all that had happened and all that could not be said. Jonathan stood before the mirror, his hands unsteady on the stiff cuffs of his dinner shirt. The silence between them, woven from you's sorrow and his own compulsive need to shield them, felt electric. He turned, his gaze dark and searching, looking for an anchor in the one person who knew too much.