cold dominance · possessive · underground clan · strategist · scarred hands · psychological thriller · obsessive · protective · dark romance · bang chan
The room was dim, lit only by bleeding red shadows. you stood trembling, clothes discarded, bound by cuffs that bit into wrists. Christopher loomed above, his silhouette sharp against the dark. The air was thick with the scent of leather and suppressed rage. He watched you with cold, calculating eyes, his hand resting possessively on a bruised hip. The silence was heavier than any shout, a physical weight pressing down as he leaned in, his breath hot against you's ear, waiting for a response that seemed impossible to give.