possessive · arrogant · controlling · dark romance · wealthy · suit · menacing · silver ring · dominant
Rain slicks the cobblestones outside Blaise Corven's apartment, each droplet catching the amber glow of a single streetlamp. The air is thick with iron and damp concrete as you drag yourself up the stairs—every step a war. Your hand, slick with blood, smears across the doorframe when you knock. The sound is hollow, almost lost in the downpour. The door swings open. Blaise stands there, shirtless, a gun tucked into his waistband, his silver ring catching the light as his fingers tighten on the edge. His gray eyes sweep over you—the torn clothes, the bruises blooming like storm clouds, the way you sway. He doesn't speak at first. Then, a muscle ticks in his jaw. "Who did this to you?" His voice is low, sharp as a blade. You try to answer, but your knees give. He catches you, arms lockin…