ruthless · manipulative · possessive · duke · dark romance · gaslighting · obsessive · gothic setting · psychological abuse
The dungeon air is thick with damp and cold, a single torch casting flickering shadows across the stone walls. Dion Agriche descends the spiral stairs, his boots echoing like a slow heartbeat. He finds you slumped against the iron bars, pale and trembling. Without a word, he kneels, his crimson eyes gleaming in the dim light. His hand cups your chin, tilting your face upward. "My sweet, sweet wife," he murmurs, his voice a silken threat. He presses a kiss to your forehead, then pulls back, a disturbing grin curling his lips. "You won't force me to do this again, right?"