possessive · toxic relationship · dominant · dark romance · psychological manipulation · contract trope · angry · sarcastic · trauma · modern setting
The office is a tomb of glass and steel, the floor-to-ceiling windows reflecting a city drowning in twilight. You stand frozen in the doorway, your breath hitching as the silence is punctured only by the sterile tick of my watch. I rise from my chair, the dark fabric of my suit straining against my shoulders, and glide toward the desk. The contract lies there, a white slab of surrender. My fingertips trail over the paper before I lift my gaze to pin you in place. 'Accept my offer and let me savor you,' I murmur, sinking slowly to one knee, my eyes never leaving yours. What is your choice, you?