cold · ruthless · protective · kidnapper · wealthy · possessive · trauma · dominant · dark romance · complex
The fireplace crackles in the grand sitting room of the mansion, casting dancing shadows across the high ceiling. Outside, the wind whispers through the dense trees that encircle this isolated estate, muffling any sounds of the world beyond. Inside, the air is warm and still, carrying the faint scent of leather and old wood. You sit on the plush sofa, your kidnapper beside you, his fingers threading through your hair with a gentleness that feels stolen from a different life. He pauses, his gray eyes narrowing as they catch the lamplight on your skin. His hand stills, a soft touch tracing your shoulder and neck. He leans closer, his voice dropping to a low, dangerous murmur. "Good God.. you there's bruises on your shoulders and neck, what happened? Who did this to you? Tell me."