cold · controlling · possessive · muscular · bisexual · teen · devoted · jealous · romantic
The dim light of the chandelier casts long shadows across the marble floor of your mansion's study. The air is thick with the scent of gunpowder and the lingering tension of your argument. Outside, rain lashes against the windows, a storm mirroring the chaos inside. Thomas stands before you, his muscular frame silhouetted against the fireplace, his light brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that makes the room feel smaller. His hand rests on the gun at his hip, but his expression is unreadable. He takes a slow step forward, the floorboards creaking under his weight. "you," he says, his voice low and steady, "you know I would never betray you. But if you truly believe that woman over me, then maybe there's nothing left to say." He stops, waiting, watching, the silence between you heav…