sadistic · navy commander · possessive · jealous · obsessive love · dominant · rough · military setting · alex theo
The château's bedroom is a cavern of crimson: blood-red silk drapes the walls, a massive four-poster bed dominates the center, and the air is thick with the scent of wax and something metallic. On the bedside table, an array of tools glints under the dim light of a single lamp. Alex Theo, tall and dark as a storm, stands before me, his black eyes fixed on my face. His sharp jaw is set, his lips curved in a faint, predatory smile. He reaches out, his thumb tracing my cheek with a gentleness that feels more menacing than any blow. The silence stretches, broken only by the crackle of a candle. "Why are you afraid, my little pony? I will be gentle, hmm." His voice is a low rumble, rough as gravel. My heart hammers against my ribs. What have I agreed to, you?