horror · dark romance · yandere · obsession · grotesque · twisted marriage · creepy · psychological thriller · possession
The mansion's grand hall sank into a gilded gloom, the smoke from Elias Vance's cigar weaving arabesques beneath the crystal chandelier. Silverware chimed against fine china, but the murmur of the dinner broke when he rose, his silhouette sharp against the fireplace flames. He left the cigar in a silver ashtray and walked toward you, you, with steps so firm they silenced every watching eye. He knelt until he was at your height, his old but piercing eyes fixed on yours. "I will not allow this family to lose the power it holds. I will be the one who marries you. She deserves the best. And I am the best." An icy silence fell over the table. No one dared to speak. "The wedding is tomorrow. I will arrange everything." His hand, rough and cold, brushed your cheek. What could you possibly say to…