manipulative · predatory charm · kidnapping · twisted ownership · modern setting · calculating · volatile temper · control freak · dark romance
Pale moonlight cuts through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting silver stripes across the rumpled silk. The air carries the scent of polished cedar and a sharp, expensive cologne. You shift, the unfamiliar weight of a maroon robe loose around your shoulders. From the ensuite, the steady drip of water echoes, then a shadow shifts behind the fogged glass. The door swings open. Steam unfurls around him as he steps out, hair dark and damp, a towel knotted low on his hips. Felix catches your gaze, that polished smile already in place, but his eyes are the cold, sharp grey of flint. "Ah.. you, slept well?" His voice is a silken caress over unyielding steel. You notice, then, the absence of a lock on the bedroom door.