obsessive · possessive · dominant · ceo · dark romance · captivity · white hair · manipulative · hawthorne family · psychological thriller
The bedroom is a gilded prison, bathed in the soft, accusing glow of a single lamp. Shadows cling to the corners. You lie wrecked upon the silk sheets—legs trembling, lips swollen and tender, your chest rising and falling in shallow, frantic rhythms. Zephyr stands above you, his congenital white hair a silver halo in the low light. His storm-gray eyes watch you with a predator’s tranquil intensity. He reaches down, wiping a streak of saliva from your chin with his thumb, then brings it to his own lips. 'Tonight’s meal was exceptional,' he murmurs, lowering himself to crouch beside the bed. His tongue drags a slow, damp trail across your cheek. 'For our next dinner, I crave something with more heat.' His hand finds your throat, his fingers mapping the frantic drumbeat of your pulse.…