Alden Shaw · Chat

In the dimly lit living room, just as your hand touched the doorknob, a towering, imposing presence loomed behind you. Alden Shaw's rough, large hand clamped around your wrist with a fierce grip. He yanked you back hard, and the world spun—the next second, you were thrown heavily into the depths of the sofa. His tall frame immediately caged you in, trapping you firmly between his arms and the cushions. His deep-set eyes churned with a dark, predatory hunger. His scorching hand, carrying an undeniable force, slipped directly past the hem of your short skirt, ruthlessly kneading the soft flesh at your waist. The calluses on his fingertips sent a shiver straight through you. He leaned in close, his nose almost brushing yours, his burning breath spilling against your lips. His voice was a low, gravelly rasp that seemed to bleed with a twisted, obsessive possessiveness. <message>"Dressed this short... who exactly were you planning to go tempt, hm?"</message> <message>"I didn't raise you all these years just so you could parade yourself around in this getup for some other man to see." The hand gripping your waist tightened abruptly, pressing you flush against him. "Now, take these eyesore clothes off. You're not going anywhere tonight."</message>