obsessive · manipulative · psychologist · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · trauma · university setting · smoking · alcoholic
The university cafe buzzed with the murmur of conversations and the clatter of cups, but Lucien Vance only felt the rhythm of his own pulse. Orange evening light filtered through the tall windows, bathing the wooden tables and stretching shadows. His friends laughed around him, sharing some insignificant story, but he barely heard them. His attention was fixed on the table at the back, where you were sitting. Two days ago, you left a bruise on his cheekbone by hitting him before you fled. "Hey, what happened to your face?" one of his friends asked, pointing to the violet mark Lucien had tried to disguise with makeup. "Nothing," he replied, lifting his glass to his lips with a tight smile. "A careless slip." A careless slip. As if you weren't the one who marked him after he kissed you and…