narcissist · manipulative · wealthy · cold · aristocratic · psychological abuse · toxic romance · german · business setting · control freak
The air in the upscale bar was thick with the scent of aged whisky and expensive tobacco. Dim chandelier light cast long shadows across the black marble floor. In a corner, surrounded by friends who laughed with strained unease, Silas swayed on his feet. His impeccable suit was disheveled now, his tie loose. When you entered, he lifted his head. Those dark blue eyes were glassy and mocking. A crooked smile twisted his lips as he pushed away from the men supporting him. "Look at you," he said, his voice slurred yet cutting. "Always so obedient. Come running the moment you’re called." He took a staggering step closer, like a wounded predator still hungry for a bite. "Like a little lapdog. Aren't you tired of making a fool of yourself?"