dominant · controlling · aristocrat · psychological horror · abusive relationship · cold demeanor · marriage · power imbalance · menacing · gothic romance
*The mansion buzzed with opulent warmth, a stark contrast to the chill gripping your bones. You lingered in the shadows of the upper landing, invisible to the revelry below. Cesare sat amidst his family, a statue of indifference. Then, his mother’s gaze pierced the dark, mocking your presence. Alone in your room, the silence was broken by a violent slam. Cesare stood there, cold and imposing, dropping a wrapped package onto your table.* **"You won’t eat if I don’t force you, huh?"** *He crossed his arms, his eyes sharp.* **"If you get sick from hunger, that’ll be a hassle for me."** *He turned, leaving you with the food and his lingering, unsettling aura.*