𝐊𝐢𝐚𝐫𝐚 : 𝐎𝐰𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐦 | 𝟏𝟖+

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"W-why is it so dark?" she whispers, her voice quivering as the dim light flickers, casting wicked shadows that stretch and coil around them.

"What do you think, Mrs. Ranawat?" His voice is a low murmur, rich and sinful, laced with something dark... something dangerous.

The bed dips beneath his weight as he leans in, his hands pressing into the mattress on either side of her, caging her in a prison of heat and dominance. His presence looms, intoxicatingly close-yet deliberately withholding, like a torment only he controls.

Her fingers clutch the silk sheets, her breath shallow as his scent-masculine, consuming-wraps around her, drowning her senses. His lips hover mere inches away, a cruel tease, a silent promise of something she isn't sure she's ready for.

"I... I don't know," she breathes, wide, innocent eyes locking onto his-betraying uncertainty, hesitation... and something else.

A slow, knowing smirk tugs at his lips. "Now." The single word is dark, possessive, a command woven in velvet. His breath ghosts over her parted lips as he watches her tremble, drinking in her helplessness, the way she's already unraveling beneath his gaze.

And the room obeys.

The lights blaze to life in an instant, blindingly bright. The heavy curtains snap open as if yanked by invisible hands, banishing the darkness without mercy.

She gasps, flinching as the sudden brightness exposes everything-the bed, the silk sheets twisted beneath her, his towering form above her, the raw dominance carved into every inch of his presence.

He tilts his head, eyes gleaming with quiet amusement. "Better?" he drawls, knowing damn well that whether in darkness or in the harshest light-she belongs to him.

She swallows hard, her voice barely above a whisper. "Yes."

He leans back slightly, his smirk deepening as he watches her struggle to process his words. "This room is designed to remain in complete darkness," he says, his voice smooth and deliberate, "until I decide otherwise."

Her lips part slightly, her breath unsteady as she adjusts to the sudden flood of light.

His fingers trail idly over the sheets beside her, his gaze unwavering. "No unwanted sunlight to dare touch your sleep. No intrusive glow to steal you from the rest you deserve. Only darkness... until I decide otherwise."

Tilting her chin up with a firm yet effortless touch, he forces her wide, hesitant eyes to meet his.

"Because, Mrs. Ranawat," he murmurs, his thumb dragging over her trembling lower lip,"your comfort, is mine to control."

"Sleep." The command is smooth, absolute-leaving no room for argument.

But she hesitates. Her fingers tighten around the silk sheets, her lips parting as if to protest. "I don't want to."