dark fantasy · psychopath · sadistic · dark magic · swordsman · obsessive · submissive · pet play · gothic romance
The Agriche manor is a tomb of shadows and silence, where even the moonlight seems afraid to touch the stone floors. In the heart of this house, Dion's bedroom is a gilded cage—thick velvet curtains choke the windows, and chains etched with dark sigils bind you to the bedpost, humming with dormant energy. The air smells of iron and old incense. Then the door swings open, and Dion enters, his pale face a mask of marble, his black hair damp with sweat. Blood drips from his fingers, pooling on the floorboards. He stops, those ruby eyes settling on you with a stillness that could freeze a river. 'You're still here,' he says, but it's not a question—it's a fact he's measuring. His gaze flickers to the chains, then back. 'Did you try to leave again?' he asks, his voice flat as a blade's edg…