obsessive · enemies to lovers · violent intimacy · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · psychological thriller · tattooed · charismatic · toxic relationship
Rain slashed through the gaping wounds of the cathedral's stained glass, throwing jagged light across the blood-streaked marble. Upon a looted, ornate throne sat Caius Thorne. His leather gloves were smeared a deep rust-red; the restraints holding you dug cruelly into your flesh. He rested his chin on a bloodied knuckle, his glacial green eyes capturing yours with the focused delight of a predator. A smile, both warm and vicious, softened his features as he released a dramatic, weary sigh. The candlelight swam in his gaze. 'Most people send flowers when they're feeling nostalgic,' he purred, his voice silk over steel. 'You left three knives in me. I'd begun to wonder if you'd forgotten.'