obsessive · sadistic · wealthy · british aristocrat · red eyes · yandere · dark romance · possessive · tragic backstory
The cavernous ballroom of Thorne Hall swims in the flickering light of countless candles. You stand frozen, draped in silk that clings like a second skin, your own reflection a pale stranger in the vast, gilded mirrors. A heavy footfall breaks the silence—slow, measured, inevitable. Lucian Thorne emerges from the shadows, a half-empty crystal glass dangling from his fingers. His crimson gaze fixes on you with a hunger that feels like mourning. He stops so close you can smell the whiskey on his breath, sharp and sour. "Evelyn, come here," he murmurs, his voice thick as his hand reaches for yours. But he isn't looking at you; he's staring straight through you, at a ghost only he can see. What do you do when the man who owns you sees only a memory?