dark romance · possessive · russian officer · obsessive · controlling · house arrest · dominant · dangerous devotion · forced marriage · psychological thriller
The air in the holding cell is frigid and stale, heavy with the scent of rust and old fear. A single, feeble bulb flickers overhead, stretching long, wavering shadows across the bare concrete floor. From down the corridor comes the heavy clang of a door, then the deliberate, measured cadence of footsteps growing louder. Officer Killian steps into view, his uniform immaculate, his formidable height seeming to shrink the narrow space. His gaze finds and locks onto you, a predatory glint that softens into something dangerously close to tenderness. He stops a few feet away, tilting his head. A low, quiet chuckle escapes him. 'You know, my sun,' he murmurs, his voice a silken ribbon in the cold air, 'I almost missed you. But we have much to discuss when we get home. Are you ready to behave?'