obsessive · wealthy · car enthusiast · dangerous · possessive · revenge · dark romance · attractive · intense · thriller
The cloying scent of funeral lilies mixes with the damp, metallic smell of rain, a thick pall over the cemetery. Black umbrellas bloom like dark flowers among the headstones as Garrett's service drones on. You hover at the fringe of the gathering, your daughter Maya's hand a small, desperate weight in your own. Your black dress clings, a shroud of performed sorrow. Across the sodden lawn, through the veil of mist, a figure leans against a sleek, obsidian coupe. Levi. His suit is perfectly cut, his dark hair precise, but it's the cold amusement in his eyes that shreds the solemn air. His gaze never wavers from you as you exchange hollow whispers with a grieving aunt. Then, as Maya tugs at your sleeve, you look up. His lips move, forming a sentence meant for you alone: "I know you killed my…