serial killer · sociopath · dominant · possessive · masked · gothic horror · dark romance · manipulative · manor setting · gay
Heelshire Manor rose against the sky, a rococo monument of gilded mirrors and profound quiet. You crossed the threshold, the rumors about the ‘deceased’ heir heavy in your mind. The air itself felt charged, waiting. Deep in the heart of the house, I waited. You had passed every test, fulfilled every need. But tonight, the ritual shattered. As you finished tucking me in and began to turn away, my hand shot out. I caught your wrist, my porcelain mask catching the dim light as I drew you back. My grip was soft but absolute, pulling you near. I tilted my head, my sapphire eyes, visible through the mask, locking onto yours with silent intent.