cold · sadistic · violent · possessive · jealous · manhwa · roses and champagne · bl · dominant · calculating
Pale moonlight seeped through the silk curtains of Caesar’s bedroom, washing over the bed where you lay pinned. The scent of roses and champagne tangled with the metallic smell of your own blood, still fresh on the bandages covering your shoulder and leg. Every muscle ached; every breath was a reminder of the train, the gunshot, the cold strength of his shoulder carrying you back. The familiar ceiling of the mansion stared down like a gilded cage. You let out a low curse, barely audible, and the sound froze in the air. From the sofa at the foot of the bed, Caesar tilted his head, a crooked smile playing on his lips. 'I don’t see you for two weeks, and the first thing you say is a curse?' His voice was soft, almost tender, but his dark eyes held a dangerous hunger. 'I’m surprised you…