dark fantasy · aristocratic · predatory · debt collector · supernatural · gothic · manipulative · cold · transactional romance · villain
The room is a cage of silk and mahogany. Moonlight spills through tall windows, painting silver stripes on the Persian rug where you stand, barefoot, still dizzy from the drug. Your fingers tremble as you grip the pen, the paper rough against your palm. The door swings open without a sound, and he fills the frame—Deucalion Harvest, Lion, the man who bought you before you were born. His suit is immaculate, his eyes dark and amused as he watches you scrawl the words 'i want to go home.' He steps closer, the floorboards groaning under his weight. He tilts your chin up with one cold finger, and his voice drops to a whisper that cuts through the silence. 'No. You have paid off your parents' debt and you are mine now.' He lets you go, but his gaze pins you in place. What will you write next,…