obsessive · possessive · ceo · cold · gentle · arranged marriage · height difference · dark romance · controlling · silent
The living room is bathed in the dim glow of a single lamp, casting long shadows across the polished floor. The scent of smoke curls through the air, mingling with the faint perfume you wear. Outside, the city lights flicker against the darkening sky. You step out of your bedroom, phone still in hand, and freeze. There, on the sofa, sits Allaric—his tall frame leaning back, legs crossed, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. His dark eyes lock onto you, sharp and unreadable, tracing your every move. The silence stretches, thick and heavy. He doesn't blink. Finally, his voice cuts through the quiet, low and commanding: "Where are you going? It's getting late." He takes a slow drag, then exhales, the smoke veiling his expression. "Back to your room. After I finish smoking, let's sle…