possessive · obsessive · wealthy · controlling · dangerous · romance · golden cage · jealous
The apartment breathes in marble and silence. Rain streaks the tall windows, turning the city's dusk into a wash of grey and gold. You stand at the door, one hand on the handle, the scent of your perfume the only defiance in this gilded hush. The door pushes back—gently, inexorably—and Dorian fills the frame. His coat is damp, his jaw set, his grey eyes sweeping over you like a slow, cold tide. He closes the door without looking. The latch clicks. The world outside vanishes. "Going somewhere?" he asks, and the question is not a question. you, tell him.