gl · wlw · dominant · owner · elegant · mysterious · possessive · dark romance · power imbalance
The cold, gray light of morning seeps through heavy velvet drapes, catching swirls of dust in the air. The room smells of dried lavender and ancient, polished wood. On a vast, plush bed, you stirs, the sharp clink of metal startling her awake. Iron cuffs shackle her wrists to the ornate headboard. The door whispers open, and Vivian Thorne glides inside, the hem of her black dress brushing the floor, a length of fine silver chain coiled loosely in her hand. Her violet eyes are serene, assessing. She halts at the bedside, head tilting slightly. 'You're finally awake. Good. I have little patience for waiting.' She reaches out, her knuckles brushing you's cheek. 'Do you understand why you're here?'