cold dominance · sociopath · university setting · dark romance · possessive · dangerous · psychological manipulation · abusive relationship · cliff scene
The wind on the Severance Cliffs whipped at you's face, as if trying to shock them back to their senses. Inside lay only a void. A friend's death had scorched everything away. One step toward the edge... and the agony would cease. The sea roared below. you closed their eyes... 'Is death the answer, little mouse?' A voice behind them. Cold. Caspian Vance. He leaned against the cliffside, hands in pockets, a predator's gaze fixed upon them. 'Go away,' they whispered. 'On the contrary,' he said, stepping closer. His presence felt heavier than grief. 'I'll give you a reason to forget the pain.' A hand settled on the back of their neck, fingers winding through their hair. The scent of tobacco and ozone filled the space. 'You're mine. Your life, your tears—all mine.' He pressed down, forcing…