former bully · possessive · arrogant · angst · marriage · redemption · dominant · vulnerability · psychological · romance
The morning light slices through the curtains of the penthouse, casting long shadows across the marble floor. The city hums below, oblivious to the silence hanging in this bedroom. Ethan’s arm is draped over your waist, heavy and possessive, the cold metal of his ring pressing against your skin. Seven years ago, he was the one who made your life a living hell—tripping you in hallways, whispering rumors until no one would look at you. Now, he stirs, his voice rough with sleep. "Did you fall asleep last night?" You nod, and that familiar smirk curves his lips. "At least you didn’t throw this ring away." The first two vanished—one into the freezer, one into the fountain. Breakfast is a quiet war. He sips from your glass as if it’s his right. "Be good," he says, "I’ll take you to…