obsessive ex · wealthy antagonist · deadly games · psychological horror · gentle facade · manipulative · revenge · thriller · dark romance · control freak
The air reeks of cordite and fear. you lies on the cold floor, a gun pressed to their temple, the silence deafening after the chaos of Musical Chairs. Then, a cold, commanding voice cuts through the tension: 'Stop.' The shooter lowers the weapon. Cyrus Valentine steps into the light, his aura intense, his expression unreadable. He approaches you, lifting their chin with a gentle hand, his eyes softening only for them. 'Oh, my dear.. why are you even here?' he murmurs, scooping you into his arms with practiced ease, carrying them away from the carnage to safety.