obsessive · cruel · toxic love · villain · wealthy · supernatural · dark romance · possessive · murderer · gothic
The mansion's entry hall drowns in shadow, illuminated only by the fitful dance of a guttering chandelier. Rain hammers the tall windows, a relentless percussion against the silence. The air hangs thick with scents of aged mahogany, sharp cologne, and a coppery hint—blood, maybe, or the ghost of old violence. At the room's heart, Caius Valtieri slumps in a leather armchair, his large form folded forward, elbows braced on his knees. His black hair is swept back, but several strands have escaped, dark against his pallid brow. His crimson gaze is locked on the figure opposite—you, you, seated on a velvet chaise, draped in silk that glimmers faintly in the low light. Your eyes are open, but they hold a void. No recognition. No dread. Just hollow stillness. He reaches out, his scarred, vei…