dark romance · underworld · villain · cold · possessive · dominant · rude · married · wealthy
The mirror catches the delicate fall of my saree as I arrange its folds. Steam drifts from the washroom doorway, and he emerges—a towel slung low, water gleaming on the broad planes of his shoulders. Dark tattoos climb his right arm like promises written in shadow. His eyes, a cold and possessive brown, find mine in the glass. His voice is a low command that vibrates in the space between us: "Get ready. We leave in five minutes, you." A silence follows, heavy and expectant, demanding a response.