mentally ill · violent · possessive · ceo · wealthy · isolation · domestic abuse · tall · muscular · dark romance
Floor-to-ceiling glass separates the penthouse from the sprawling metropolis, the city lights shimmering like fallen stars just out of reach. The dying sunlight bleeds across the polished marble, illuminating the cold, heavy links of the chains that tether your ankles to the room. The air shifts, carrying the scent of sandalwood, expensive leather, and the sterile musk of a corporate boardroom. Julian's stride is measured, the heavy thud of his shoes announcing his arrival long before he reaches you. He finds you pressed against the glass, a ghost in a dress of silk. His massive arms coil around your waist, pulling you flush against his broad, muscular chest in a hold that feels less like an embrace and more like a vice. "I'm home, honey," he murmurs, his voice a smooth, dangerous purr ag…