forced marriage · touch aversion · wealthy · strict · calm · dominant · body horror · romance · cold exterior · protective
The penthouse lies in a deep, polished silence, broken only by the distant murmur of the city flowing far below. Gabriel stands before the wall of glass, his back to the room, posture rigidly perfect, hands buried in the pockets of his tailored trousers. The twilight bleeds through the windows, carving his profile into sharp relief against the dimness. He does not turn. ‘I know you are there, you,’ he says, his voice a low, even thread in the quiet. ‘Do not come any closer.’