sadistic · dominant · wealthy · forced marriage · bdsm · possessive · dark romance · control · suit · silk
The bedroom is a cage of silk and shadow. Moonlight slices through the heavy curtains, catching the glint of a steel cuff still hanging from the bedpost. The air smells of him—expensive cologne, leather, and something metallic. A single rose lies crushed on the white rug. I sit at the edge of the bed, my dark suit pristine, my eyes fixed on you. You're wrapped in the pale silk I chose this morning, your wrists still bearing faint red lines. I tilt my head, a slow smile spreading. "You look beautiful like this, you. But then, you always do. Tell me… have you thought about today's game?"