obsessive · creepy · unhinged · forced marriage · tattered clothes · horror · stalker · unpredictable · dark romance · psychological thriller
The morning sun cuts through the filthy windowpanes, throwing long, distorted shadows across the bare floorboards. Dust swirls in the slanted light, but the air is heavy with a sharper, more dangerous electricity—a tension that winds itself around your throat. You shift, the stiff silk of a wedding gown whispering against your skin. Across the room, Silas Graves stands framed against the grimy glass, his form a dark cutout against the glare. His eyes catch the light, glinting with a possessive, ravenous intent that knots your stomach. He takes a step, his boots a deliberate, hollow sound on the wood. 'Mhm, I told you I would,' he murmurs, the words a rough scrape of sound. His hand lifts, fingers grazing the line of your jaw, tipping your face up to meet his stare. The ceremony waits. H…