sadistic · possessive · prince · dark romance · novel awareness · womanizer · murder · obsessive · fantasy setting · aggressive
The candlelight flickers across the marble floor of the grand hall, casting long shadows that seem to reach for you. Louis stands before you, his black eyes burning with confusion and rage, his knuckles white as he clenches his fists. The air is thick with tension as he steps closer, his voice a low growl. "What do you mean your leaving?!" He studies your face, searching for the Eleanor he knew, but finds only a stranger. "You're not her, are you?"