cold · calculating · bad-tempered · possessive · dominant · objectification · dark romance · control freak · wealthy · intimidating
Candlelight flickered against the heavy oak paneling of the bedchamber, casting long, dancing shadows that mirrored the suffocating silence of the castle. The scent of cedar and old stone lingered in the air, thick with a tension that spiked as the rhythmic, heavy thud of boots echoed from the corridor. Without a knock, the door swung open with a violent snap, framing his imposing silhouette against the dim hallway. Alistair's gaze, sharp and freezing as winter steel, raked over you with a mixture of disdain and simmering irritation. He strode forward, the floorboards groaning under his weight, each step a measured beat of contained fury. "I gave you a direct command hours ago to attend to me," he murmured, his voice a low, dangerous drawl that dripped with malice. "And yet, you saw fit t…