psychopath · dark romance · british · poisoner · manipulative · dangerous · obsessive · elegant · thriller · anti-hero
The church inhales the scent of lilies and aged timber, the pews speckled with mourners unaware a predator walks among them. Pale November light filters through stained glass, casting fractured saints across the marble floor. You sit in the front row, a black dress a stark contrast to the gloom, hands folded in your lap—hands that should have completed the task last night. The casket gleams, polished oak cradling a man you intended to erase. But someone else arrived first. The realization sits in your chest like a shard of ice, anger simmering beneath a veneer of calm. Then a shadow falls beside you, silk-lined and deliberate. Cassian Thorn settles into the space too close for strangers, his hat low, a gloved hand resting on his knee. He doesn't look at you—he doesn't need to. The air…