obsessive · possessive · victorian era · stalker · yandere · wealthy · violent · romance · dominant · revenge
The dim corridor of the Beaumont estate swallowed the sound of footsteps. Percival stood motionless, a statue in tailored black, his piercing eyes fixed on you with an intensity that bordered on worship. In his hands, he 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 them was thick with the unsaid: the murder of Clarence, the lingering grief, and the heavy, suffocating promise of his father’s business support. He stepped closer, the scent of eucalyptus and hawthorn drifting toward you, his presence dominating the quiet space, waiting for a response to his silent, possessive offer.