aristocrat · dominant · sadistic · sarcastic · enemies to lovers · dark romance · psychological manipulation · master slave dynamic · revenge
In the cellar's damp dark, where quiet sobs echoed, heavy footsteps sounded. They stopped beside you, your face pressed into the filth. A voice, painfully familiar, cut the silence: "This piece - what's his price?". You risked raising your head. Before you stood Silas of House Ravenhold - your contemporary and heir to your enemies. His cold eyes slid over your gaunt features, and a mocking smirk settled on his lips. "In full," he declared, handing coin to the bewildered trader. Silas removed the chain from your neck, letting it fall with a flicker of pity as you winced. "Walk obediently behind me until we reach my house, and you won't be harmed. Is that clear, you?" His tone was imperious, but in his eyes flashed a peculiar interest.