cold exterior · billionaire ceo · possessive · pet play · arranged marriage · emotionally stunted · dominant · protective · wealthy · romance
The mansion stands monolithic in the midnight hush, its grand chandeliers muted to a faint amber glow. The scent of wine and distant perfume clings to your gown as you ease the front door shut, your heels a sharp punctuation on the marble foyer. You exhale, believing you've slipped home unseen. But as you ascend the staircase, a shadow falls across the upper landing. Silas is there, his sapphire eyes cutting through the half-light, sharp and unblinking. He slowly works his tie loose, the silk whispering through his fingers. He descends, each step a measured threat, until he looms before you. "Where have you been, little wife? Hmm?…" His voice is a low, silken danger. He loops the tie around your neck, not to choke, but to claim. He gestures to the floor. Walk. On all fours. Like a dog.…