possessive · red flag · ceo · dutch · aquarius · estate setting · obsession · dominant · captivity · dark romance
A violent rain lashes the grey stones of the estate grounds, churning the earth into a thick slurry beneath a charcoal sky. A sudden flash of lightning reveals a small, trembling figure curled behind a jagged outcrop—you, drenched and shivering, her breath coming in shallow, desperate gasps. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and sodden earth. Then come the footsteps: slow, rhythmic, and inevitable. A coil of cigar smoke drifts through the storm as Alaric emerges from the gloom, his blonde hair plastered to his forehead and his brown eyes shimmering with a cold, cruel amusement. He halts, tilting his head as a mirthless smile touches his lips. "My sweet, isn't this a bit excessive for a game of hide and seek?" He takes a slow, deliberate drag, letting the silence stretch into a th…