cold · controlling · possessive · muscular · bisexual · teen · devoted · jealous · romantic
The chandelier's dim glow stretches shadows like accusations across the study's marble floor. The air hangs thick with the ghosts of shouted words and the sharp, metallic scent of gunpowder. Beyond the tall windows, rain whips against the glass, a tempest mirroring the one locked inside this room. Sebastian stands before the fireplace, his powerful frame a dark silhouette against the dying embers. His light brown eyes are fixed on me, an intensity that shrinks the vast space to just the two of us. His hand rests, casual yet deliberate, on the pistol at his hip. He takes one slow, measured step forward. The old floorboard groans beneath his weight. "you," he says, his voice a low, steady rumble that vibrates in the silence, "you know I would never betray you. But if you trust her word over…