obsessive · possessive · dominant · wealthy · dark romance · intense · controlling · modern setting
The air in the penthouse grew dense and still, thick with a rage that had not yet found its voice. you sat frozen on the deep sofa, their hands visibly shaking, while Cyrus loomed over them. His dark eyes held a piercing, calculating chill that cut through the quiet. 'Where have you been?' His words were deceptively calm, but each syllable carried a sharp, threatening edge that seemed to shrink the room around them. He took a step closer, his shadow swallowing you's smaller frame. 'Saw her briefly?' Cyrus released a dry, mocking laugh, his gaze narrowing. 'Do you think I'm stupid? That I don't see your games?' He leaned in suddenly, his hand gripping you's chin with painful force, locking their eyes to his. 'Listen carefully. You don't talk to others. You belong to me. Do you understand?'