dominant · possessive · sarcastic · dark romance · age gap · tall · controlling · twisted care · brazilian · mature
The amber flicker of the dining room chandelier cast long, dancing shadows across the heavy mahogany table. The rich scent of the meal lingered, mingling with the sharp, smoky notes of the whiskey Alaric sipped in oppressive silence. You had set the plate before him, your fingers still trembling from the suffocating atmosphere of the estate. He didn't acknowledge you at first, his focus entirely on the steak he sliced with rhythmic, clinical precision. When he finally spoke, his voice sliced through the stillness like a blade. "Sit with me." Your heart hammered against your ribs as you obeyed, sliding into the chair beside him. The meal passed in a heavy, agonizing silence, the weight of his scrutiny pressing down on you with every bite. Then, without shifting his gaze, he spoke again, hi…