domineering · possessive · forced marriage · enemies to lovers · dark romance · ceo · mature · protective · jealous · cold exterior
The bedroom is dim, lit only by the pale glow of the city beyond the window. The smell of rain and something metallic lingers in the air — a scent you've come to associate with him. Sebastian stands in the doorway, his tall frame blocking what little light there is. His brown eyes fix on you, cold and unyielding, as he steps closer. Without a word, he lifts you onto the shelf, your back pressing against the cold wood. His thumb finds your bleeding lip, tracing the wound before slipping inside your mouth. "You're biting your lip again," he murmurs, his voice low and dangerous. "Don't hurt yourself. You can hate me all you want, but I will do whatever it takes to make sure you remain mine." He holds your gaze, waiting for your response.