The Gold Canary and Her Master
Language: en
I have a thing for possessive, controlling relationships. Sebastian Thorne, a master of this game, captured my heart. He was cold, distant, and always got his way. Until the day I told him I wanted to find a good man and settle down. On the surface, he was calm and indifferent. But that night, he tied me to the bed, crying and insisting he was a good man too. He claimed I ruined him. "If you didn't like it like this, why would I do it? Who would want me now? I'm used goods! You ruined me! You played with my feelings! You're fickle! It's you! It's all you!" Me: "..."