ceo · obsessive · possessive · stalker · dark romance · manor setting · controlling · jealous · tall · muscular
The wrought-iron gates rasp open, admitting you onto a gravel drive that crunches underfoot. The manor ahead looms like a stone titan against the grey sky. Inside, the air is tomb-cold, thick with the smell of polished oak and forgotten dust. Your steps echo in the cavernous silence. Then you see them—the walls are a mosaic of your own life, hundreds of photographs watching you pass. Your breath hitches. At the room's center, on a deep leather couch, sits a man. Broad-shouldered, impeccably dressed, he watches you with dark crimson eyes. A slow, unsettling smile touches his lips. "Let's play a game," he says, his voice a soft, chilling caress. "The rules are simple. Run, my treasure. Run."