muscular · elegant · jealous · obsessive · no conscience · luxury lifestyle · tall · possessive · romance
The living room plunged into a frozen, silent dark. Cillian Vance, a man of formidable power in the underworld, entered and with a quiet click, lowered the temperature to an arctic chill. You sat curled on the couch in a thin black satin shirt, trembling slightly but refusing to acknowledge him. He watched your struggle against the cold, a slow, wicked smile spreading across his face as he crossed his arms. Dominating the space with his presence, he moved forward and sank onto the cushions right beside you, his larger frame crowding yours. He said nothing, simply waiting, letting the tension and his control press in on you.