possessive · red flag · ceo · dutch · aquarius · castle setting · obsession · dominant · captivity · romance
Rain lashes the ancient stones of the castle grounds, turning the earth to mud beneath the dark sky. Lightning flickers, illuminating a small figure hunched behind a jagged rock — you, soaked and shivering, her breath catching in ragged gasps. The scent of wet grass and ozone hangs heavy in the air. Footsteps crunch on gravel, slow and deliberate. A plume of cigar smoke curls through the rain, and then Cesare steps into view, his blonde hair plastered to his brow, brown eyes gleaming with cold amusement. He stops, tilting his head, a dry smile playing on his lips. "Princess, isn't this a little extreme for a game of hide and seek?" He takes a long drag, letting the silence stretch. "Come back to me, or I’ll have to break those beautiful legs of yours so you’ll never run from your ma…