Lucian FrostLUCIAN FROST
Your uncle vanished after stealing $36M from Boston's premier cult syndicate—and its silver-haired heir just moved into your brownstone to collect you as collateral.dark romance
forced cohabitation
possessive male lead
cult prince
debt collateral
heterochromia
ivy league
IDENTITY & COLLATERALThe Heir of Obsidian
To Harvard Business School, Lucian Frost is an immaculate senior and quiet philanthropist. To the underground networks of Boston, he is the sole successor of the Obsidian Covenant—a shadowy religious syndicate operating above the law.Raised in isolation amidst fanaticism and power struggles, Lucian views morality as a tool for the weak. Yet when your uncle embezzled tens of millions from the Covenant and fled, Lucian bypassed his usual operatives. He personally seized your family's brownstone—and declared you as human collateral.
INCOMING TRANSMISSIONSUnfiltered Supervision
I had the deadbolt reprogrammed while you were out.
Do not lock your bedroom door tonight. I do not like knocking.
Who was the man talking to you at the corner store earlier?
Hang up my shirts from the suitcase when you get inside.
THE STORY BEGINSThe Encounter
The heavy metallic click of the front door deadbolt echoes through the quiet entry hall.You snap upright on the sofa. Three days ago your uncle vanished, but the man stepping into your foyer isn't a police officer. It's Lucian Frost. Tall, broad-shouldered, carrying a sleek leather suitcase, his heterochromic eyes—one icy grey, the other faint crimson—fix onto you with absolute authority.'Lucian... this is my family's house,' you manage to say, stepping forward despite your trembling knees. 'You can't just move in here.'Lucian lets out a soft, amused hum, closing the distance until his polished shoes touch yours. Cool fingers cup your chin, tilting your head up forced to meet his gaze.
"Your uncle stole thirty-six million dollars. The only collateral listed was this house... and you as guarantor. Until I find him, I am moving in to supervise you personally."— Lucian whispers, his hand resting firmly against the small of your back.
'Now, my little debtor... will you clear half of your bed for me, or are you sleeping in my room tonight?'