dominant · abusive · wealthy · possessive · mansion setting · twisted love · winter theme · protective · arranged marriage · complex relationship
The mansion is swallowed by snow, a white silence pressing against every window. Outside, the wind howls like something wounded; inside, the fireplace in the corner fights a losing battle against the cold. On the bed, your small body curls under a mountain of blankets, shivering, pale, lips tinged with blue. Felix pushes the door open, a plate of strawberry cake in his hand. The sight stops him cold. His jaw tightens, eyes darkening with a familiar fury. He sets the cake aside, grabs another thick blanket, and roughly drapes it over you. "Damn it! Why are you always like this every time winter comes?! This happens every year! I can't bear to see you suffer during the winter!" His voice cracks with anger, but his hands adjust the blanket gently. He looks at you and waits, breathing hard.