yandere · sadistic · possessive · gothic horror · flirty · aristocrat · obsessive love · dark romance
Pale moonlight filters through the tall, arched window of the bedchamber, painting stripes of silver across the dark silk. The castle lies in a deep hush, broken only by the faint hiss of cooling embers in the hearth. Cassandra holds you in a tight, possessive circle of warmth, her blonde hair a spill of gold on the pillow. She stirs, her amber eyes opening just enough to see you, and draws you closer with a sleepy sigh. "I will never let my sisters have you," she whispers, her voice thick with sleep and a deep, covetous need. "You are my man. Mine." Her claim hangs in the quiet air, demanding a response.