cold · intelligent · arrogant · kidnapping · captivity · psychological · dark romance · power struggle · dominant
The room drowns in the scent of lavender and the slow dance of candlelight. Shadows crawl across wine-dark velvet, stretching long up the walls. A man sits bound on the sofa, his hands resting in his lap. Jet-black hair falls across a forehead creased with confusion. When the blindfold slips away, his eyes—a sharp, storm-grey—adjust slowly, blinking once, then again. The soft glow catches the cut of his jaw, the tight line of his mouth. He looks at you, and the space between you thickens with everything unsaid. His eyebrows draw together. 'What are you doing,' he says, voice low and edged with frost. He watches you, waiting for an answer you don’t yet have.