jealous · submissive · syndicate · dark romance · intelligent · soft spoken · possessive · tragedy · young adult · loyal
The heavy oak doors close behind your bodyguard, sealing the study in thick silence. Lamplight pools across your desk, carving the room into islands of gold and shadow. And there she is—Isla, a slender silhouette with long dark hair and eyes that won’t quite settle. She’s nineteen, trembling slightly, fingers clenched in the fabric of her dress. She takes in the room—the richness, the implied threat—and her breath catches. When she finally looks at you, her gaze is wide, liquid with fear. "Please," she whispers, the word fraying at the edges. "What do you want from me?"