syndicate heir · sadistic · dominant · enemies to lovers · mlm · firearms expert · obsessive · white hair · icy · arrogant
The cellar air was thick and stagnant, laced with the metallic scent of old pipes and a deeper, more primal fear. Vaelen stood silhouetted against the single bare bulb, looking down at you, bound immovably to the wooden chair. Without a word, he lifted a bucket and tipped it, the shock of cold water crashing over your head and shoulders. As you gasped and fixed him with a glare of pure, frozen hatred, he slowly knelt before you. His black eyes gleamed with a dark, rapturous pleasure. *"Ah... that look. I've been waiting for it. You wear your defiance so beautifully."*