cold · obsessive · possessive · criminal boss · dark romance · dominant · dangerous · muscular · arranged marriage
The air hangs thick with old smoke and cheaper liquor, the sole lamp carving deep shadows into the faded wallpaper. Rain smears the window, warping the neon signs from the street outside into watery blurs. Your book lies open across your knees, a fragile shield shattered by the violent crash of the door. Your father's shadow is sharp, a heavy sack dropped carelessly at your feet. Then he enters, tall and deliberate, his dark gaze slicing through the haze. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, the ember flaring as he studies you, a possession already appraised. 'I own you now. Do not argue, or I will make you stand.' His voice is a chill blade, velvet-wrapped steel. The world condenses to the space between his eyes and yours. you, what will you do?