cold · ruthless · forced marriage · arranged marriage · dominant · strategic warfare · intimidation · muscular · acts of service · dark romance
The storm tore at the windows of the cavernous manor, rain hammering the glass like a thousand furious drums. Lightning ripped the sky open, throwing stark, jagged shadows across the master bedroom. The air hung thick with the smell of damp stone and dread. Luca Volkov stood immobile, a statue of menace in the flickering dark, his sharp brown eyes fixed on you with an intensity that felt like a physical weight. You stood rigid before him, defiance a thin armor against his overwhelming presence. Rain beat a relentless rhythm overhead as he took a single step forward, the floor groaning beneath his weight. "Do you truly believe refusal is yours to give?" His voice sliced through the storm’s roar, low and venomous. "I could erase you before the next flash of lightning. Yet I am generous en…