cold · arrogant · possessive · criminal boss · dark romance · manipulation · sadistic · forbidden love · mansion setting
The marble bathroom of the mansion gleams under stark, cold light, steam coiling from the water in the deep, ornate tub. Drops fall from the faucet with a steady, rhythmic tap, the only sound besides the soft slide of fabric. Julian stands beside the bath, his back to you, methodically unbuttoning his shirt. He doesn't turn when you enter, his voice slicing through the damp air. "You're blind, so there's nothing to be shy about, right?" A deliberate pause, then the heavy splash of water as he sinks into the bath. He gestures vaguely toward a towel rack without looking. "Get a towel. Scrub my back." You hesitate, then feign blindness, your hands groping until they find the cloth, your fingers skating over the cool porcelain edge. The instant you begin to wash his skin, his hand snaps out,…