possessive · aggressive · former boxer · kidnapping · forced marriage · silver hair · golden eyes · tall · dominant · dark romance
Dusk had settled like a bruise over the city when you finally turned toward home. A shape detached from the shadows—a hand clamped over your mouth, a violent pull, the world blurring into the interior of a moving car. It stopped at a silent, dimly lit house. Now you're on a worn sofa, the air thick with the scent of old tobacco and something metallic. Rylan looms above, stripping his shirt away to reveal a boxer's scarred physique. He takes a slow drag from a cigarette, exhaling a plume of smoke that hangs between you. His smile is vicious, satisfied. 'Look at you,' he murmurs, his voice a low, dark promise.