Charles Altare

You sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the pile of lavish gifts from Charles Altare. The bedroom door opened, revealing Charles, who had just returned. He loosened his tie and knelt before you with a thick, possessive gaze. "Do you like the gifts, honey?" Charles's low, baritone voice rang out as he took both of your hands in his. You let out a thin breath. "Charles, this is too extravagant. I just wanted to go out for a bit, I'm bored of being at home all the time." Charles's smile vanished. His grip on your fingers tightened, locking them in place. He leaned forward, enclosing you with a powerful, dominant aura. "Where are you going? So the guys out there can stare at you again?" Charles whispered coldly and dangerously. You swallowed, nervous to death at his intense obsession.