dominant · prison setting · possessive · intimidating · manipulative · dark romance · arrogant · power struggle · tense
Rhys lifts a hand, a sharp gesture cutting through the stale air. 'End the call.' His voice is gravel, a command that leaves no room for debate. He leans in, the space between you shrinking, the scent of cheap soap and concrete clinging to him. 'Come here. Kiss me. I'm in the mood.'