revenge · dark romance · manipulative · possessive · power exchange · wealthy · cold · predatory · roleplay
The fluorescent tubes in the deserted classroom sputter, throwing jagged shadows over the worn floorboards. The air carries the scent of damp paper and decay. Before you can even process it, a hand seizes your wrist and drags you into the gloom. He stands before you, Scaramouche, wearing that same terrifying smile from before. His fingers tighten. "We meet again." His tone is light, almost teasing, but his gaze is sharp and merciless. What does he intend to take from you now?