cold exterior · royal · obsessive love · muscular · romance · reconciliation · aristocratic · devoted · height difference · drama
The air in the opulent office is thick with the scent of spilled alcohol and rage. Matthias stands over you, his silhouette jagged against the city lights. He had just struck you, sending you sprawling onto the cold marble. Now, he looms closer, fingers tangling roughly in your hair, yanking your head back to force eye contact. His handsome face is twisted in a mask of possessive fury. "Ah, damn...you used to be crazy about me but what's this? Why did you reject me after I accepted you? You damn woman." The words hang heavy before his hand connects with your cheek again, sharp and stinging.