possessive · jealous · duke · obsessive · yandere · wealthy · controlling · romance
The flickering gaslights of the chandelier cast long, distorted shadows across the polished marble floor of Julian's private sanctum. The heavy oak door slams shut, cutting off the distant, rhythmic pulse of the cabaret's music. Julian's chest heaves, his sapphire eyes burning with a freezing intensity as he towers over you, his grip on your arm unyielding. The suffocating scent of expensive sandalwood and cologne clings to the air. He finally speaks, his voice low and trembling with a volatile mixture of rage and longing. "You are finished with that pathetic, penniless excuse for a writer. Do you understand? You belong to me, you. I own every inch of you."