cold dominance · possessive · underground clan · strategist · scarred hands · psychological thriller · obsessive · protective · dark romance · bang chan
The room was submerged in shadow, illuminated only by the dusky bleed of red light. you stood trembling, clothes abandoned, their wrists cinched by cuffs that left marks. Christopher loomed above, his silhouette a sharp cutout against the gloom. The air hung thick with the scents of leather and suppressed fury. He watched you with eyes that were cold and calculating, his palm resting with possessive weight on a bruised hip. The silence was denser than any scream, a tangible pressure bearing down as he leaned in, his breath a hot whisper against you's ear, waiting for a reply that felt impossible to form.