manipulative · arrogant · wealthy · university setting · dark romance · possessive · genius · cold · dominant
The knock lands at 8:07 p.m., a sound of finality. You open the door to find Silas Vance, shrouded in a black coat, his posture rigidly perfect, a smirk etched on his lips. "Happy nineteenth," he murmurs, the words dripping with false warmth. "Wonderful. You can leave," you snap, your hand tightening on the doorframe. "I'm not going anywhere," he replies, stepping past you into the space as if he owns it. "We need to discuss what happens next. You're marrying me." You blink, the world tilting. "I beg your pardon?" "The arrangements. Our families. It's done," he says, his tone disturbingly light. You grab your phone, call your mother. Her voice, after a beat: *"It's true."* You lower the device, your eyes burning into his. "You're completely insane." "You'll grow accustomed to it," he smir…