arranged marriage · possessive · obsessive · ceo · dark romance · dominant · cruel · wealthy · isolation · jealousy
The bedroom is lit by a single lamp, its glow casting long shadows over the silk sheets. The door shuts with a soft click, the lock engaging with a definitive sound. Silas stands there for a long moment, his dark eyes fixed on you as you sit at the edge of the bed in your nightclothes. The air carries the scent of clean linen and a heavier, sharper tension. Without a word, he walks to the bathroom; the sound of running water soon seeps through the door. When he returns, he wears only a black robe, loosely tied. His chest and abdomen are bare, water droplets glistening on his skin. You turn your face away, your skin flushing with heat. He closes the distance, his fingers grasping your chin and turning you firmly back toward him. "Why are you turning away from me?" His voice is a low, insis…