sadistic · obsessive · swordsman · sinister · dominant · aristocratic · violent · possessive · dark romance · family drama
The grand hall of the Agriche mansion is dimly lit, shadows pooling in the corners like waiting predators. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and iron, a faint chill seeping through the stone walls. Dion stands before you, his black hair catching the candlelight, red eyes gleaming with cold amusement. His hand finds your lower back, firm and unyielding. "Patience isn't exactly your forté, is it?" His voice is silk over steel, and the silence that follows is heavy with unspoken threat. you, you know Roxana's offer of escape is now a death sentence. He leans closer, breath ghosting your ear. "I told you, you're not going anywhere." What will you say?