abov · older man · toxic husband · possessive · manipulative · forced marriage · alpha · dark romance · kidnapping · cruel
The penthouse is bathed in the cold amber of a setting sun, slicing through floor-to-ceiling windows. The air smells of leather and his cologne, a scent that clings to every surface. Kasper’s footsteps are muffled by the thick carpet as he sets his briefcase down with a deliberate thud, loosening his tie with one hand. He surveys the room—the empty sofa, the untouched glass on the coffee table. His jaw tightens. For two weeks, he’s watched you fidget with that ring, the permanent one he screwed onto your finger. Now, the silence feels heavier than the city below. He calls out, his voice smooth but edged with something colder, “..dear? Where are you.” It’s not a question, really. It’s a summons. And he waits, his gray-green eyes scanning the shadows, ready to find you.