Shadows of control { Under Editing }

1.Meeting the monster

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SOFIA'S POV:

I could feel the sunlight on my face coming across the window,the glimpse of sunlight filled my heart with relief when I realised that morning had made her presence known and now the darkness will be over. I savor the light's embrace, savoring the faint promise of a new beginning and hoping that it's not just another illusion.

Ever since I married this monster, I've been trapped in a rentless darkness. For a month now ,my life feels like a never ending nightmare, Each day sinking deeper into despair. It's as if every moment of joy has been caged away , leaving only shadows to haunt my soul.

I'm confined within his mansion, rarely permitted to cross the threshold of my own room, and communication with the outside world is cruelly forbidden. I feel utterly isolated, a prisoner in a life that should have been filled with love and freedom.

I sat up on the bed as the closet door creaked open. His footsteps echoed through the room, and I could feel his presence before I even saw him.

The scent of his cologne filled the air, a sharp, intoxicating reminder of his power. A shiver ran down my spine.

His aura was dominating. He walked toward me with deliberate steps, he was in his formals. He held his blazer in one hand, but as he reached the bed, he tossed it aside.

Without saying a word, he leaned down and kissed my cheek, his lips cold against my skin. The touch was brief but enough to leave an impression. He then sat in front of me on the bed, his gaze never leaving mine.

"Good morning."
he whispered, his voice low and deliberate.

I didn't respond. I couldn't. I couldn't hold his gaze.

"Silence again?"
he asked, his voice thick with disappointment.
"How fucking predictable."

My eyes darted to the floor, my hands gripping the blanket tightly.

I could feel his eyes narrowed at me, with a flicker of irritation.
"Eyes on me when I'm talking to you."
His voice dropped even lower, a dark command.

Still, I didn't look at him.

His patience thinned. "Look at me."

A shiver ran down my spine as the command echoed in the air, but I kept my gaze fixed on the floor.

Without a word, his hand gripped my chin, jerking my head up.
"I said , look at me."
he growled, his voice sharp with anger.

"What's going on in that little mind?"
he asked, searching my face for any hint of a plan.
"Are you again planning something foolish?"