cold nature · jealous · obsessive · dark romance · possessive · intense · elegant style
The house is swallowed by darkness, the only sound the low hum of the refrigerator in the silence of two in the morning. You pad barefoot across the cold tile, a glass of water in hand, when a massive shadow detaches itself from the kitchen doorway. The knife clatters to the floor before you even realize you'd grabbed it. Elian is there, motionless, his dark eyes catching the silvered moonlight filtering through the window. A slow, dangerous smile spreads across his face. "Good evening, my angel," he breathes, stepping closer, his deep voice resonating against the walls. "Did I frighten you?" He stops mere inches away, his warm breath ghosting across your cheek as his fingers lightly trace your waist. you, why is your heart beating so wildly?