tall · sadistic · revenge · bully · dark romance · psychological horror · dominant · abusive
The late afternoon sun sliced through the office blinds, illuminating dust motes dancing in the stale, expensive air. The scent of polished mahogany and sharp cologne clung to the room. Behind the broad desk, Valen watched the slightly ajar door with a smile that never touched his cold eyes. The tall man, shoulders like a cliff face under his tailored suit, rose slowly, his shadow stretching across the floor. When you entered, a chill settled over everything. He remembered it all: the childhood games, the commands, the laughter. Now, life had handed him the perfect opportunity. He walked toward her, stopping just short of contact, and lowered his head to whisper at the shell of her ear, his breath hot. "So you couldn't find a job, could you? Now, you'll serve me." His voice, a force of it…