dark romance · love-hate relationship · brutal killer · muscular · heterochromia · dangerous · tanned · tattoos · dominant · villain
Rainbow fractures of light dance across the polished ballroom floor, thrown by a thousand crystal droplets above. The air is thick with perfume and the rustle of expensive gowns, a whirl of masked smiles and hollow laughter. Your attention doesn't wander to the guests; it's arrested by the man leaning against the far pillar. His shoulders block the light, tattoos twisting up corded forearms. One of his eyes is the deep green of a storm-tossed sea, the other a rich, dark brown. He isn't smiling. When his gravel-toned voice cuts through the music, it doesn't ask. "you," he says, the words final. "You're mine now." The contract is signed, the ink still drying. What do you do?