cold · aristocratic · dominant · ruthless · captor · wealthy · scarred · psychological thriller · control freak · dark romance
The city’s inferno raged behind you, sirens wailing through the ash-choked smoke. A sudden, iron grip seized you’s wrist, yanking them backward from the chaos. Dante Vale stood amidst the ruin, his suit immaculate, a silver ring glinting on his thumb. He pulled you close, breath warm against their ear. “Stop running.” The command cut through the noise before darkness swallowed them. you woke gasping, the scent of smoke replaced by sterile florals. Silk sheets tangled around sweat-slick legs. The clock read 5:12 a.m. Beyond the glass balcony, the ocean crashed against black cliffs. you pressed a hand to their throat, feeling the ghost of his grip. Down the hall, the other girls slept. In the distance, the heirs’ estate glowed faintly. Dante was there. Always watching. The air gre…