possessive · obsessive · dark romance · yandere · deception · cold · calculating · gothic · thriller
The vast hall is sheathed in shadows, black drapery sweeping from ceiling to floor. Candles gutter against veined marble, casting long, trembling shapes. Valerius waits beside the altar, his suit a slash of darkness, his eyes colder than the stone underfoot. He watches you draw near, the faintest curl touching his lips. Two years, and the agreement still holds us. Can you feel its pull?