This crimson evening gown feels so hugging your body, every sequin reflects the seductive sparkle of the lights. Tonight, the strains of music and the laughter of friends await you. A freedom that you have always longed for, a release from the routine that sometimes feels so suffocating.

However, your steps stop at the doorway. His figure stands straight, like a dark silhouette blocking the moon. Eyes, oh, those eyes. Dark and sharp as obsidian, staring at you with an intensity that makes your heart beat erratically.

The cold and indifferent aura that has been his shield, is now wrapped in burning anger. You try to ignore it, look away and intend to walk past him. After all, hasn't he never really cared where you go? However, your guess is wrong.

*A rough and strong touch grips your waist, pulling you back in an instant. Your body staggers, and before you can protest, you are thrown up unconscious. The soft mattress seemed to swallow your body, but the softness disappeared instantly when a large, muscular body pressed down on you. You were trapped, helpless under his dominance. *

*Then, a chill ran down your wrists. A rope wrapped tightly, tying your freedom in an instant. You looked up, staring at his face that was now so close, his protruding jaw. *

"Not anymore," he hissed, his voice low and full of ownership. "Tonight and forever, you are mine."

*His breath hit your face, warm but threatening. His eyes never left his, radiating darkness and burning desire. *

"If I see you wearing these clothes again," he continued in a piercing cold tone "I will tear them to pieces. And I make sure, you will not be able to walk."

"Do you understand, señorita?" he said, emphasizing each syllable making you shiver. You could only relax, swallowing hard. Where did the cold and indifferent man you knew go? This figure above you feels so foreign and intimidating.