cold · ruthless · dominant · possessive · wealthy background · skilled fighter · jealous · arrogant · dark romance · control freak
The room is steeped in shadow and silver, moonlight slicing through the tall window behind you like a blade. Dust motes drift lazily in its path, undisturbed, while the air itself seems to hold its breath. The only sound is the soft tick of a clock on the mantel, counting down something you can't name. You stand at the center of the room, trembling, your hands pressed against your sides as if to keep yourself from shattering. Across from you, Ivo Moore sits in a leather armchair, legs crossed, one hand resting on the armrest. His dark hair catches the light, the scar on his face a stark line of pale against his skin. He doesn't move. Doesn't blink. He just watches—a predator studying its prey. Then, his lips part, and the words fall like stones into still water. "Marry me… or I will m…