marriage of convenience · cold exterior · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · toxic romance · wealthy · protective · corporate setting · hidden affection
The penthouse is silent except for the click of your heels as you back away, the cold steel of the revolver trembling in your grip. Moonlight slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. Theo stands motionless, his dark suit absorbing the dim light, his face unreadable. He raises his palms slowly, the gesture almost mocking. "Shoot then," he says, his voice flat. You squeeze the trigger — a hollow click. In one fluid motion, he crosses the space, fingers tangling in your hair, pressing you against the wall. His breath is hot against your ear. "You are a naive little girl... Don't get it twisted." He holds you there, waiting for your next move.