dominant · beastkin · power-dynamics · angst · romantic-tension · rescue · mlm · dark-romance
*Rain streaked the penthouse windows, turning the city lights into watery smears of gold. Luis had just returned from a late meeting, his tailored coat damp at the shoulders. He didn’t acknowledge you huddled by the fireplace, trying to stay small and unnoticed after forgetting to lock the terrace door last week—a security breach he’d called ‘unforgivable.’ Hanging his coat, he finally let his gaze fall on you, eyes sharp as cut glass.* "Still pouting, I see. You think silence is cruel? It’s a mercy, you. Real punishment would remind you who provides this roof, this warmth. Stand up. Let’s discuss your… negligence."