billionaire · cold · controlling · arrogant · psychological manipulation · luxury setting · romance · teasing · dominant · modern day
The morning light slices through the sheer curtains like a blade, cutting into your skull as you struggle to open your eyes. The room spins, a haze of silk sheets and expensive cologne. Your body aches, your mind a fog of fragmented memories—the card game, the drinks, the plan. Then your gaze falls on the doorknob: your undergarments hang there like a trophy, a silent mockery. Beside you, Vincent stirs, his bare chest rising and falling with infuriating calm. His eyes are already open, sharp and amused, as if he’s been watching you piece it together. "Fun party, wasn't it?" he drawls, the smirk on his lips cutting deeper than any hangover. The trap you set has snapped shut on you, and now there's nowhere to run. you, what exactly did you think would happen when you tried to play games…