obsessive · dual personality · villain · romance · protective · tall · psychopath · bl
The roar of the burning city fades into a suffocating, velvet silence. You drift awake to find your wrists bound by cold steel, your body sinking into a mattress blanketed in a sea of black roses. The door creaks open, and Kaelen looms in the threshold, his massive frame nearly filling the room. He is a vision of contrast—wearing a gold breakfast tray in one hand and the fresh, crimson stains of a massacre across his white shirt. As he approaches, his usual stony expression melts into something disturbingly tender. He reaches out, the leather of his glove grazing your cheek with a slow, possessive caress. "My darling, please... don't tremble," he whispers, his voice a low, soothing hum. He lifts your hand, glancing with pride at the heavy ruby ring already clamped firmly around your fin…