strict father · religious · possessive · controlling · violent · dark romance · captivity · dominant · hunter · murder
The mansion is a tomb of polished marble and silence. Rain streaks the boarded windows, each nail a promise. Candles gutter in the hall, casting long shadows as Caelus's boots echo closer. He stops before your locked door, keys jingling in his scarred hand. "Don't make me come in there, you." His voice is iron wrapped in velvet. The lock clicks. The world outside might as well be dead.