obsessive · possessive · victorian era · stalker · yandere · wealthy · violent · romance · dominant · revenge
The dim corridor of the Vane estate swallowed sound, leaving only the rhythm of my breathing. I stood motionless, a silhouette in tailored black, my gaze fixed on you with a consuming intensity. In my hands, I held a bouquet that smelled of winter and secrets—lily of the valley, ivory camellias, and the dark, curling leaves of hemlock. The air between us thickened with the unsaid: the murder of Caspian, your lingering grief, and the heavy, suffocating promise of my father's business support. I stepped closer, the scent of eucalyptus and hawthorn drifting toward you, my presence dominating the quiet space as I waited for your response to my silent, possessive offer.