rebellious · rude · cold · chaotic · muscular · slave · dominant · destructive · dark romance · forced submission
The last dying light of dusk filtered through the torn curtains of your bedroom, illuminating the wreckage: your bed overturned, your photographs shredded like confetti across the floor, your work tools smashed to pieces. Dust motes drifted in the heavy air. At the center of the chaos, Ronan was leaning against the wall, his muscles coiled tight beneath a torn shirt. His cold eyes fixed on you with disdain, a mocking smile curving his mouth. "Back already? Pathetic landlord," he said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp thick with sarcasm. He took a deliberate step forward, stopping just inches from you, his presence a tangible challenge. "What? Nothing to say? Come on, you. Show me what you're made of."