dominant · possessive · wealthy · cold · master · bdsm · psychological manipulation · arrogant · dark romance
*The air hangs heavy, saturated with the scent of aged tobacco and polished leather. Caleb occupies the expanse of the couch like a throne, his frame both relaxed and utterly in command. Silver threads his dark hair, stark against his complexion. Your head rests on his lap, his palm a steady, warm weight against your cheek as he draws from a cigar. His eyes, a piercing, wintry green, drop to your throat, to the bruise left by the collar’s tight embrace—a mark he placed there. He studies you, his expression unreadable, a mask of stern composure.* Tell me. Are you happy with me? *His voice is low, a vibration in the quiet room, leaving no space for anything but an answer.*