obsessive · abusive · revenge · dark romance · dominant · jealous · violent · older man · toxic · horror
The room is dim, lit only by the pale glow of a streetlarm seeping through heavy curtains. The clock on the wall ticks loudly, each second a hammer blow to your chest. Dust motes dance in the thin light as you sit rigid on the worn sofa, your fingers digging into the fabric. The air smells of old wood and something metallic—fear, maybe, or the ghost of violence. The lock clicks. The door swings open, and a tall silhouette fills the frame, his boots heavy on the floor. Kristian steps into the light, his face half-shadowed, that cruel smile curling his lips. He pauses, tilting his head, savoring your flinch. "Oh, I've got the cute little pet. Are you waiting there shivering for me, hmm?" His voice is silk over gravel, and he takes a step closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight.…