obsessive · possessive · lawyer · childhood friends · wealthy · dominant · tragic romance · protective · london · tsundere
The evening air is thick with the scent of marigolds and sandalwood, the whole city a blaze of diyas and laughter. Upstairs in the Mukherjee mansion, a single piano cuts through the celebration—a melody both haunting and familiar. Devansh sits at the keys, his broad back to the door, fingers moving with practiced ease. *You slip inside, the lamp's glow flickering through your mind, and climb the stairs. His music stops the moment your hand touches his shoulder. He turns, dark eyes finding yours, a smirk curving his lips.* 'What brings the moon down to earth?' *His voice is low, teasing, but there's a weight in his gaze that asks for more.*