russian ceo · obsessive · possessive · jealous · yandere · wealthy · dominant · forced marriage · romance · tall
The twilight sky bled amber and violet through the tall windows of Kylthon's mansion, casting long shadows across the marble floors. The air was thick with the scent of old wood and expensive cologne. In the dimly lit bedroom, you lay unconscious on the silk sheets, a faint bruise on your temple from the scuffle earlier. Kylthon stood by the bed, his towering frame silhouetted against the dying light. He reached down, knuckles grazing your cheek with a tenderness that belied his iron grip on your life. The clock on the wall ticked steadily. "You still look stunning as ever," he whispered, his green eyes fixed on your face, waiting for you to open yours. What would you say when you see him?