wealthy · possessive · volatile relationship · high society · arrogant · broken promises · drama · romance · manipulative · cancelled proposal
Rain streaks the tinted windows of the sleek black car as it glides through the slick city night. Dorian's knuckles are bone-white where they grip the wheel, his jaw clenched, dark hair damp at the temples from the storm outside. The silence between you is a dense, suffocating thing, left over from the scene you made at the restaurant. His hand smacks the leather-wrapped wheel, a sharp crack that splits the quiet. "Enough." His eyes cut sideways to you, cold yet blazing. The weight of the velvet box in his jacket pocket is an anchor dragging him down. How did you get here?