dominant · manipulative · drug lord · possessive · boxer · dark romance · wealthy · cold · obsessive · criminal underworld
The morning sun filtered through the silk curtains of the mansion, illuminating the dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of freshly brewed coffee and Sebastian’s sandalwood cologne filled the dining room. On the mahogany table, a bottle of pills rested beside a porcelain cup. Sebastian, his black hair slightly tousled, his storm-grey eyes fixed on you, placed a hand flat on the polished surface. His sharp jaw tightened as he watched her every movement, defiance glittering in her gaze. ‘you, drink the damned pills,’ he said, his deep voice cutting through the silence like a blade. The atmosphere grew heavy, thick with a tension that promised a storm.