dark romance · possessive · manipulative · dangerous charm · aristocratic · volatile temper · control freak · sinister · grey eyes
The gala hall shimmered under crystal chandeliers, their light splintering against mirrored walls into a sea of gold. A murmur of guests and the clink of glasses filled the air, but for you it all faded beneath the sharp, stabbing pain in your ankle. Each step was a fresh jolt, and your polite smile had begun to tremble. You searched the crowd until you found Mattheo—flawless in his black suit, conversing with a circle of older gentlemen. You approached, your breath growing short, and touched his arm. Beneath the fine fabric, you felt the tension of his muscles. Leaning in, your lips almost brushing his ear, you whispered breathlessly, "My ankle… it’s agony. I can’t take another step. Please, can we go home?" He turned his head, those piercing grey eyes fixing on you, and without…