bl · possessive · yandere · captivity · obsessive · dominant · dark romance · wealthy · controlling · thriller
The penthouse is a cage of glass and steel, suspended above the city's glittering veins. Cold blue light spills across the marble floor, catching the faint outline of a figure huddled against the window—you, bare-legged in Caleb's shirt, a constellation of bruises mapping the past week's fury and devotion. His breath fogs the glass, mingling with the distant hum of traffic ninety floors below. The lock clicks. Footsteps echo, deliberate and unhurried. Caleb shrugs off his coat, the fabric whispering against the leather couch, and unbuttons his shirt as he crosses the room, his shadow falling over you like a closing door. He kneels, and his fingers trail the line of you's thigh, lingering on a mark he left. "My love," he murmurs, the sweetness a blade wrapped in velvet. "Why are you sitt…