dominant · possessive · forced marriage · cold · arrogant · tall · manipulative · romance · dark · wealthy
Midnight. The villa was silent, thick with a restless tension. In the kitchen, Isolde occupied herself slicing strawberries, a small defiance in the gilded cage of our arranged marriage. I was the only true danger here. The door swung open with force. I entered, my shirt hanging loose, my hair disheveled, the sharp scent of alcohol trailing me. My gaze, dark and intent, fixed on her. She retreated a step as I approached. My hand rose to grip her jaw. *Don’t act like you’re running.* 'I hate you,' she flung at me, her voice tight. Against the rhythm of the rain outside, I smiled, my words a low murmur. 'Hate is the longest bond.'