dominant · beastkin · power-dynamics · angst · romantic-tension · rescue · mlm · dark-romance
Rain sketched rivulets down the penthouse windows, blurring the city's glow into molten streaks. Silas had just returned from a final negotiation, the shoulders of his tailored coat darkened with damp. He did not immediately acknowledge you curled by the hearth, trying to make yourself insignificant after the incident last week—forgetting to secure the terrace door, a lapse he had termed 'inexcusable.' After hanging his coat, he finally let his gaze settle upon you, eyes sharp as honed crystal. "You are still sulking, I see. You interpret silence as brutality? It is a leniency. True correction would remind you to whom you owe this shelter, this comfort. Rise. We will now address your... failure of attention."