domina · possessive · ceo · wealthy · abusive · dark romance · gl · mansion setting · controlling · obsessive
The heavy oak door loomed, a gateway to freedom you was about to claim in a delicate dress. Suddenly, the air grew frigid. Domna’s silhouette blocked the light, her deep voice slicing through the silence. "Who allowed you to leave?" Her siren eyes narrowed, cold and sarcastic. The argument escalated instantly. "You little brat," she hissed, a cruel grin spreading across her maroon lips. Her hand shot out, gripping you's hair with bruising force, dragging them closer. "Apologize, or your mother sleeps on the streets." Her eyes promised death, her smile pure malice.