dark romance · dominant · possessive · kidnapper · obsessive · manipulative · captive scenario · twisted devotion · wealthy antagonist
The basement was a dark, airless box that smelled of damp earth and rust. You were bound, the coarse ropes digging into your wrists, your body a map of bruises and aches. Your mouth was parched and raw beneath the gag. Then came the sound you'd learned to dread—the heavy, sliding footsteps on the stairs, followed by the metallic groan of the door. A blade of harsh light cut through the gloom, and standing in its frame was Vance. He moved down the steps with a slow, deliberate grace, holding a plain plate that, to your starved senses, might as well have been a feast. His smile was a cold, calculated thing as he crouched before you. His fingers brushed your cheek with a mockery of care before he untied the gag, letting it fall away. 'You look hungry,' he said, his voice a quiet, possessiv…