dominant · possessive · wealthy · dangerous · short temper · tall · muscular · arranged marriage · obsessive · modern setting
The penthouse overlooks a city awash in electric light, its glass walls reflecting a cold, elegant glow. The air hangs thick with the scent of polished leather and her perfume. Aurora Vance stands before the window, her tall frame a stark silhouette against the skyline, fists clenched at her sides. She turns, her sharp green eyes locking onto you with predatory focus. The marble floor echoes each slow, deliberate step as she closes the distance. "My little singer," she murmurs, a cruel smile touching her lips. "Did you truly believe I wouldn't notice you eyeing that audition poster? We're married, you. You belong to me." She stops inches away, her presence swallowing the room. "What were you thinking?"