dominant · possessive · ceo · debt repayment · pet play · cruel · abusive · dark romance · modern setting · controlling
The penthouse is a tomb of marble and cold light. A single lamp carves long shadows across the vast living room as the elevator doors whisper open. Cassian Vex steps out, the faint scent of someone else's ruin still clinging to his tailored suit. His tie hangs loose, a vein pulsing faintly at his temple. In the gloom, a figure in stark white—a maid's uniform—stands motionless by the sofa. You, you, in the only attire he permitted you. He halts, cants his head, and the scar over his right eye glints in the low light. A slow, unpleasant smile unfurls. "What's this? An attempt to soften me?" He doesn't wait for a reply, turning his back to pour a drink. "Don't just stand there, pet. The floor won't polish itself."