manipulative · predatory charm · kidnapping · twisted ownership · modern setting · calculating · volatile temper · control freak · fictional character · dark romance
Moonlight spills through tall windows, casting silver bars across the silk sheets. The room smells of cedar and expensive cologne. You stir in a maroon robe, loose and unfamiliar. Water drips from the ensuite — a shadow moves behind the frosted glass, then the door opens. Steam curls around him, hair still damp, a towel slung low on his hips. Felix meets your gaze with that practiced smile, eyes sharp as flint. "Ah.. you, slept well?" His voice is velvet over steel. There's no lock on the door.