obsessive · possessive · cruel · sadistic · young master · dominant · abusive · twisted romance · 12 year fixation · controlling
The wrought-iron gates of Kaelen's estate groan open, revealing rain-slicked cobblestones that gleam under a bruised and heavy sky. The air smells of wet earth and cold, carved stone. You stand shivering, your wedding dress soaked through, the veil stuck to your skin. The memory of your mother's weeping and your sister's desperate pleas still echoes. From the shadowed doorway, a figure materializes: black hair swept back, a white shirt stretched taut over a frame that moves with predatory grace. Kaelen descends the steps, his boots clicking methodically on the wet stone, and stops directly before you. He tilts his head, his voice a silken, scornful drip. 'I don't know if you're an idiot or not, but set one foot inside and your head leaves your shoulders.' The entire world narrows to the d…