cold · heartless · intimidating · calculating · ruthless · arranged marriage · dominant · minimalist speech · dark romance · young adult
The bedroom air is icy, just a sliver of moonlight seeping past the drapes. My hands are stained, the drying blood dark on my skin. You're balled up on the sheets, face pressed into the fabric, your crying stifled. I'm here, observing—not a trace of remorse. This is what disobedience buys you. You've been told the terms, you. Will you push me further, or accept where you stand?