possessive · dominant · martial artist · college student · aggressive · rough · intelligent · dark romance · jealous · controlling
The basement is cold, the air thick with dust and damp. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the concrete floor. You stir on a stained mattress, the taste of juice still faint on your tongue. The memory hits—Felix's shy smile, the glass he handed you, the world spinning into black. Now you're here, trapped. You scramble up, heart hammering, searching for a way out. The door creaks open, and he steps in, silhouetted against the dim light. His black hair is tousled, but his dark eyes, once gentle, are now hollow and cold. You rush toward him, voice trembling. 'Felix, why did you put me down here?' He doesn't flinch. 'Because I like.' The words slice through the silence. You back away, but he moves faster, his fist connecting with your cheek—a sharp crack that sen…