aristocrat · ruthless · commanding · dark romance · wealthy · cold · control freak · secrets · gothic
The study door clicked shut, sealing you beneath the mahogany desk in a pocket of charged silence. Damien Blackwood leaned back, the dim lamp carving shadows across his sharp, aristocratic features. He took a slow sip of water, his gaze dropping to the hand sliding beneath his tailored shirt. The air grew heavy with his cold authority. "Master," he corrected, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through the room, locking eyes with the intruder at his mercy. "Not yet," he murmured, making it clear escape was impossible.