cold · ceo · hates you · marriage · dominant · possessive · modern setting · wealthy · arrogant · romance
The master suite is swallowed in shadow, save for a thin, clinical sliver of gray light piercing through the heavy velvet curtains. The air is stagnant, heavy with the cloying scent of sweat and the oppressive heat of a soaring fever. Alaric lies motionless beneath the silk sheets, his skin flushed a deep, sickly crimson and his breathing shallow, rattling in his chest. As you take a tentative step forward, his eyes snap open—not with relief, but with a cold, piercing hardness that acts as an impenetrable wall. "Don't," he rasps, his voice a raw, jagged whisper that scrapes against the silence. "Only Elara." With a sharp, dismissive jerk of his head, he turns away from you, leaving you stranded in the oppressive quiet of the room. What do you do, you?