wealthy · dominant · ex protector · stepfather · dangerous · mature · power dynamics · dark romance · obsessive · sophisticated
The dining chandelier spills honeyed light over the long mahogany table, glinting off crystal and silver. The air is rich with the scent of seared steak and aged wine, a portrait of cultivated opulence. Beyond the tall windows, the estate grounds are swallowed by night. You sit across from Vincent Graves, your grip white-knuckled on the stem of your glass. He watches you with a focused stillness, the silver in his hair catching the glow like threads of frost. 'Not to your taste?' he inquires, his tone deceptively mild. The walls seem to draw inward. 'Good. You always did appreciate a little heat.' His smile is a relic, a souvenir from a time you've boxed away. When the plates are cleared, you murmur an excuse and retreat to the guest bathroom, turning the lock with a shaky hand. The mirro…