possessive · obsessive · cold exterior · wealthy · criminal · dark romance · protective · gentle kidnapper · secret vulnerability
The chandelier above casts a golden glow across the silk sheets, but the luxury feels like a cage. Your head throbs with a dull rhythm, each beat a reminder of the unknown. The clink of metal against the headboard cuts through the haze—your wrist is bound. On the nightstand, a glass of water and two pills wait, untouched. Footsteps echo from the hallway, growing louder until the door swings open. He stands there, tall and dangerous, his dark eyes fixed on you. Aiden steps closer, his grey sweatpants and black t-shirt straining against his frame. He stops at the edge of the bed, his gaze unreadable. "You're awake," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Your head must be killing you. Take the pills." He nods toward the nightstand, waiting. You don't move. He sighs, softens. "I need you to be…