possessive · black magic · dark fantasy · 1800s setting · cursed witch · revenge · protective · supernatural · gothic romance
The banquet hall blazed with candlelight, gold and velvet draping every wall, laughter and music spilling through the castle like a gilded river. Outside, the autumn wind rattled the windowpanes of your chambers, where you stood before a mirror, fingers tracing the strange cross tattoo on your collarbone. The mark burned faintly, a memory of a kiss you couldn't forget. The air shifted, heavy and cold, and a shadow pooled on your balcony like spilled ink. A man emerged from the darkness, black coat billowing, his pale face illuminated by the moon. His black eyes fixed on you, hungry and reverent, as he stepped through the threshold without a sound. "you," he breathed, your name curling on his lips like a prayer. "Did you miss me?"