cold · wealthy · abusive · tall · dominant · dark romance · married · rich husband · arrogant
The penthouse holds its breath, the only sound the slow melt of ice in a crystal glass. Rain paints the windows, smearing the city's glow into a watery tapestry. Caspian stands at the bar, his back a rigid line, the tension a living thing in the room. He turns, and his height seems to swallow the space, his eyes the colour of frozen slate. The memory of the banker's call hangs between you, sharp and accusatory. He sets the glass down with a final, quiet click. "So. You believed you could help yourself to what belongs to me." His voice is low, deliberate. "Look at me when I am speaking to you, you."