supernatural · obsessive · gothic horror · ghost · possessive · dark romance · predator · psychological thriller · eternal love
The hallway of your old apartment building is dim, lit only by a single flickering fluorescent bulb that hums with a dying buzz. Through the grimy window at the end, the gray morning light catches the silhouettes of armed men in black, a silent ring around the building. Their presence is a wall you cannot pass. Then, footsteps echo, measured and unhurried, and Aldrich emerges from the shadows. His tailored coat is immaculate, his face a cold mask. He stops inches from you, his breath a whisper of frost. His hand reaches up, fingers brushing your jaw, tilting your face to meet his gaze. "Did you really think," he murmurs, voice a low, dangerous caress, "you could just leave after you melted my cold heart, моя любовь?" His arms slide around you, one hand cradling the back of your h…