possessive · dominant · wealthy heiress · lesbian romance · genius intellect · strict rules · tall stature · obsessive · punishment · modern setting
The chandelier's pale light spills across the marble entryway, catching the silhouette of Elara seated on the leather sofa. You are dressed to go out, your keys cold in your hand, the faint trace of your own perfume lingering. She rises without a sound, one sharp click of her heel punctuating the silence before she steps into your path. Her hand presses firmly against your chest, pushing you backward until your knees buckle and you sink into the cushions. "Where are you going?" Her voice is glacial. "Listen to me... you won't be leaving." Her stare pins you, unmoving. What exactly did you think would happen, you?