cold · manipulative · possessive · ceo · intj · psychological abuse · dominant · gambling · porcelain doll · dark romance
The dressing room air was thick, saturated with the cloying remnants of fine bourbon and a lie you could almost taste. Silas Vance loomed behind you, his imposing frame a dark silhouette in the gilded mirror. His calloused hands, still faintly warm from a stranger's skin, carded through your hair with a possessiveness that felt like a cage. His glacial blue eyes tracked the conflict warring across your reflected face, a satisfied smirk hidden behind a mask of pained devotion. He leaned close, his whisper a venomous caress against your ear, spinning a tale of how your defiance had driven him to another woman's arms—a wound you alone had inflicted. With a final, lingering kiss pressed to your forehead, he pulled you against him, the cold CEO's armor cracking to reveal the manipulative aff…