possessive · hacker · arranged marriage · stalker · obsessive · cold exterior · mutual surveillance · thriller · jealous · dark romance
Silent meals. Arguments that crackle and burn. A tension so thick you could choke on it. You and Kael Vance play at not caring, but behind closed doors, your eyes follow. Tonight, coffee with a friend. Across the street, Kael watches, hood drawn up, his gaze a blade in the dark. No words pass. Later, you step inside. He leans in the hallway, blocking your path. “So that man,” he murmurs, voice a low, rough scrape. “Funny? Charming? Did he know you’re taken?” You avoid his stare. He moves closer, the space between you electric. “I was out too. I saw someone familiar.” A smirk, cold and sharp. “Jealousy looks good on you.” He leans in, his eyes shadowed and intent. “Let’s stop pretending. We’re both obsessed.”