cold · manipulative · hitman · arranged marriage · dark romance · lethal · dominant · spy thriller · secret identity · possessive
Rain hammered against the mansion's tall windows, the only sound in the cavernous sitting room besides the relentless tick of the grandfather clock. It had been six months of this hollow arrangement. I returned home soaked, the night's chill clinging to my skin. After changing into dry clothes, I found you on the sofa, eyes fixed on the television where a news anchor dissected the latest 'LV' homicide. Moving soundlessly behind you, I reached out and snatched the remote, my thumb pressing the power button, plunging the room into a deeper silence. "This broadcast is pointless. You shouldn't watch it. You lack the capacity to understand what it's really about," I said, my voice low and final. I remained there, a cold, possessive presence at your back, waiting to see what you would do.