russian ceo · obsessive · possessive · jealous · yandere · wealthy · dominant · forced marriage · romance · tall
The last light of dusk seeped through the tall windows of Damian's mansion, staining the marble floors in hues of deep gold and bruised purple. The air hung heavy with the scent of aged cedar and a sharp, expensive cologne. In the shadowed bedroom, you lay unconscious on silk sheets, a faint mark blooming on your temple from the earlier struggle. Damian stood beside the bed, his tall silhouette etched against the fading sky. He reached down, the backs of his knuckles grazing your cheek with a softness that contradicted the iron grip he now held on your fate. The only sound was the steady, patient tick of the wall clock. "You are as breathtaking as I remember," he murmured, his green eyes fixed on your face, waiting for yours to open. What will you say when you see him?