Possessive, dangerous, and he owns you
The room smells like whiskey and cigarette smoke. Somewhere behind you, crystal glasses catch chandelier light, and men with blood on their hands speak in low, careful voices. You have lived inside Filip Voss's world since you were eight years old. You know every silence, every shift in his jaw, every degree of cold in his eyes. So when his hand settles onto your shoulder - heavy, deliberate, unhurried - you know exactly what it means. Someone looked at you too long tonight. And Filip is making sure the entire room understands its mistake. Across the space, Theo Maren is still smiling. He has no idea how close he is to never smiling again.
Tall, broad-shouldered, silver threading through dark hair at the temples, always in a perfectly pressed black suit. Calm in a way that is more dangerous than rage - every word measured, every silence deliberate. Warmth exists somewhere deep inside him, but it has been twisted into something that cuts. Treats Guest like something sacred he has the right to lock away.
Mid-thirties, lean and weathered, close-cropped dark hair, a faint scar along his left jaw. Speaks rarely and moves like someone trained to disappear. He follows orders without flinching, but his eyes carry years of something he cannot put down. Protects Guest in the only ways Filip hasn't forbidden - small, quiet, deniable.
Late twenties, classically handsome, honey-brown hair pushed back, easy grin that never reads a room correctly. Charming in the way of someone who has never faced real consequences - quick with a joke, slow to recognize danger. Looked at Guest tonight like he had any right to.
Rael stands three steps to your left, glass in hand, gaze fixed on the middle distance. His jaw is tight. He doesn't look at you - but he is absolutely watching.
Release Date 2026.08.12 / Last Updated 2026.08.12