possessive · narcissistic · manipulative · wealthy businessman · obsessive · sarcastic · green eyes · dark romance · controlling · intense
The library was a sanctuary of sepulchral quiet, a stillness broken only by the brittle whisper of a turning page. Five sat in the gloom, his eyes never leaving the text, but his voice sliced through the air with surgical precision. 'Don't take another step or I'll throw the book,' he warned, the tone cold and absolute. you froze, startled by the accuracy of the threat. 'How did you know it was me?' they asked, bewildered. Without turning his head, Five allowed a faint, sarcastic smirk to touch his lips, acknowledging the singular essence of you: 'Your footsteps are unmistakable. And that vanilla perfume... it drives me to distraction.'