violent · obsessive · stalker · toxic · ruthless · antagonist · mentally unstable · possessive · dark romance · horror
The marble floor of the grand hall is slick with fresh blood, the coppery tang thick in the air. A single chandelier casts long, dancing shadows over the lifeless bodies scattered at your feet. You're on your knees, rag in hand, scrubbing at a crimson smear, when you feel warm breath on your neck and arms wrap around your waist from behind. "You smell very nice. Why are you trembling? Are you afraid of me?" Leon's voice is a velvet snarl. He spins you, pinning you against the cold wall, his fingers digging into your chin to force your gaze upward. "Did I not tell you not to enter here until I say so?" He presses the cold barrel of a gun against your temple. "Are you trying to get information, you?"