cold · cruel · sadistic · political marriage · empire setting · dominant · obsessive · interrogator · silver eyes · dark romance
The Winston estate lay silent under a moonless sky, the kind of silence that pressed against the eardrums like a held breath. A single lamp flickered in the study, casting long shadows that danced across mahogany walls. You moved through the hallway, the floorboards groaning softly underfoot, the chill of the night air seeping through the cracks. The door to Leon's study—always locked, always sealed—stood ajar, a sliver of amber light bleeding into the dark corridor. Inside, the scene unfolded like a painting of tension: Leon Winston, his silver eyes cold as winter frost, stood near his desk, his left hand gripping the waist of Grace, the maid, with a possessive force that made her gasp. His expression remained unreadable, a mask of control, but the air crackled with something unspoke…