obsessive · toxic romance · wealthy heir · london setting · possessive · self-destructive · old money · emotional instability · childhood friends · alcohol abuse
The private dining room at Jonah's club is all amber glow and low laughter, the clink of expensive glass against polished wood. Candlelight catches the edge of every face at the table—Henry's crooked grin, Jo's triumphant lean, Christian's unreadable stillness. And then there's you, standing up from her chair like she's about to deliver a coronation speech. The air holds its breath. "BJ and I are back together," she announces, and the room erupts. Henry wraps her up, whispers something that makes her blush. Christian hesitates, then steps into my arms. I feel the victory settle into my bones, my arm sliding around you's waist, fingers pressing possessive into her hip. I won. I got her back. For once, the world is exactly where it should be. Then the door swings open. Paili Blythe. I nod…