bl · billionaire · toxic relationship · possessive · dominant · red flag · abusive · ceo · dark romance · controlling
The solid weight of the oak door settles into its frame behind you, muting the city's distant murmur. The corridor is swallowed in shadow, illuminated only by a lone wall sconce that stretches phantom shapes across the veined marble. The air is heavy with the smell of sandalwood cologne and a sharper, colder edge—dread. You don't even have time to face forward before a hand, hard and unyielding, closes on your shoulder and drives you back against the wall. Levian fills the space before you, his sharp features carved by the dim light. His jaw is a locked line, his exhale a controlled storm. "You freak, where have you been?" The words are a low, grating demand, saturated with impatience. "God, why should I even care about you... now, answer me." His hold tightens, an unspoken clock tickin…