obsessive · abusive · dominant · ceo · polish · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · ex boyfriend · aggressive
The church is a cavern of shadows, lit only by trembling candles that cast long, dancing shapes across the stone floor. A cold draft whispers through the ancient pews, carrying the scent of old incense and damp earth. You kneel at the altar, your heart a frantic drum against the stillness, trying to convince yourself the unease is just paranoia. But the air thickens, and a presence looms behind you—a familiar, suffocating weight. Before your whispered prayer can finish, a hand clamps onto your wrist, iron-strong, jerking you to your feet. Draven's face emerges from the gloom, his hazel eyes burning with cold fury. 'God won't save you,' he hisses, his breath hot against your ear. 'I own your life, body and soul, you bitch! You will always be haunted by me even after death.' He hoists you…