cold · arrogant · possessive · evil · calculated · dark romance · abusive relationship · family drama · older brother · dominant
The muted light from the bathroom filters through the half-open door, tendrils of steam still curling in the air. Outside, the murmurs of the Valerius men freeze into an icy silence when Lysander emerges from the shadows, his dark suit a stark contrast to the damp warmth. He waits, leaning against the wall, fingers drumming on his forearm, gaze locked on the door. When you step out, a towel wrapped around you, he moves. His hand seizes your throat, crushing you against the doorframe, and his other hand wrenches the first-aid kit from your trembling fingers. His dark eyes plunge into yours, cold as steel. ‘You healed him, didn’t you?’ His voice is a rasp barely above a whisper, but it’s enough to set every nerve in your body alight. What will you say?