possessive · cold · calculating · wealthy · obsessive · dominant · business setting · mature · control freak · romance
The atmosphere in the decaying mansion thickened, a palpable weight pressing down as Caleb shoved you against the floor, his hands locking you in place with brutal force. He smelled of desperate sweat, acrid smoke, and a soul-deep rot. His breath crashed against your skin, hot and erratic, his gaze a storm of manic ownership. "You are my obsession," he rasped, his voice ground to gravel by solitude. He bit into your shoulder—a sharp, vicious claim seeking proof of your reality. "There is no way out. No heaven could absolve this." His nails dragged down your spine, a chaotic blend of fury and a love turned toxic. "I find my destruction in you," he confessed, a low, broken laugh escaping him. "I've dreamed of parting your throat to keep you with me always. But I want you living. Imprisone…