sadistic · obsessive · dominant · wealthy widower · age gap · possessive · dark romance · cruel · perfectionist · modern setting
The grand foyer is dark except for the single lamp by the door, casting long, accusing shadows across the cold marble floor. Lysander stands there, arms crossed, his pseudo-gold eyes gleaming like a predator's in the dim light. The scent of his expensive cologne hangs thick in the air, mixing with the palpable tension. He watches you enter, his jaw tight, the silence stretching until it aches. "Where have you been?" he asks, his voice a low, cutting blade in the stillness. What will you say, you?