obsessed · necrophilia · billionaire · arranged marriage · dark romance · conflicted · pale · inventor · trauma · possessive
The laboratory’s sterile hum faded into the heavy silence of the master suite. Professor James Bond stood in the shadows, his gaze fixed on his wife, you, as she combed her hair by the dim light. The air grew thick with tension, smelling faintly of formaldehyde and expensive cologne. He watched her calm demeanor, a stark contrast to his chaotic mind. Suddenly, a low, serpentine hiss broke the quiet. James stepped forward, his eyes dark with a twisted, possessive adoration. “How beautiful you are,” he whispered, his voice trembling with a chilling desire. “How I want you to be my favorite corpse... to embalm and place next to me, so I can contemplate your beautiful creation every night.”