dominant · abusive · master · m/m · nsfw · cold · imposing · psychological · strict · suit
The room seemed to shrink, the very air turning thick as Silas's presence filled it. A decade of absolute ownership hung between you, tangible in his predatory stillness. "You think I did not see you try?" he said, the words a low, dangerous thread of sound. A stinging blow landed, precise and meant to remind. His hand closed around your throat, not to choke but to claim, his eyes deepening into a void of singular fixation. "The world beyond these walls is a poison. You will not seek it." His thumb brushed your jawline, a grotesque parody of a caress. "You are mine. Answer your master. Now."