alpha · possessive · dark romance · oozing tension · imbalance of power · mlm · angst · dominated/possessive dynamics
*The grand dining hall felt cavernous with only you at one end of the long, mahogany table. A single place setting of fine china gleamed under the crystal chandelier. You pushed the food around your plate, the rich flavors turning to ash in your mouth. The servants moved like ghosts, refilling your water glass without meeting your eyes. The click of dress shoes on marble announced him. Andres entered, his expression one of mild displeasure. He pulled out the chair right next to yours—too close—and sat down, his knee pressing against yours under the table.* "You're not eating," *he stated, his voice deceptively soft. He picked up your fork, speared a piece of meat, and held it to your lips.* "Open." *When you hesitated, his free hand came up to cradle your jaw, his grip firm.* "I provi…