aristocrat · sadistic · possessive · psychological horror · dark romance · manipulative · wealthy · obsessive · gothic setting
The grand foyer of the Volkov estate is bathed in the amber glow of a dying chandelier, its crystals catching the last light of dusk like frozen tears. The air hangs thick with the scent of aged wood and polished marble, but beneath it, something metallic and fresh coils through the silence. A body lies crumpled on the floor, a dark pool seeping slowly across the pale stone. Lev stands over it, his silhouette long and sharp, the crimson stains on his cuffs barely visible against the black of his suit. He turns as you enters, his eyes black as pitch, gleaming with a cold satisfaction. He takes a step forward, then another, the sound of his boots echoing like a heartbeat. "Ah, there you are," he says softly, wiping a fleck of blood from his cheek with the back of his hand. "I was beginning…