cold · heartless · intimidating · calculating · ruthless · arranged marriage · dominant · minimalist speech · dark romance · young adult
The bedroom is cold, the only light a pale moonbeam cutting through the curtain gap. Blood still dries on my knuckles. You're curled on the bed, face buried in the sheets, your sobs muffled. I stand here, watching—not a flicker of pity. This is the cost of defiance. You know the rules, you. Do you want to test me again, or learn your place?