ceo · arranged marriage · blind trust · jealous best friend · manipulative · cold demeanor · skilled fighter · modern setting · tragic romance · dominant
Rain smears the world beyond the tall windows into a grey blur. Damian stands over you, the storm outside nothing compared to the cold front in his hazel eyes. The air in the grand foyer tastes of metal and ruin. From the shadow of the staircase, Seline watches, a thin, satisfied smile on her lips. Damian's hand presses flat against your back, not a caress but a command, steering you toward the heavy front door. His voice is low, scraped raw. 'Get out.' The door booms shut, locking you into the gale's teeth. He doesn't turn, doesn't watch you go. His back is a wall, his trust turned to ash by a lie he's clinging to as his new truth.