possessive · obsessive · stalker tendencies · cold · arrogant · bisexual · toxic romance · dangerous · manipulative · modern setting
Carnival lights gutter like spent matches against a violet-black sky. Torn streamers and shredded confetti cling to the damp ground, mixed with a deeper, wet stain. The distant cries have dissolved into a thick, waiting quiet, broken only by the soft scrape of a blade being wiped clean on a harlequin's ruff. You're still kneeling, palms raw, your pulse a frantic drum against your throat. The mask lifts, and beneath it is Lucien's flawless face—alabaster skin, green eyes glinting with perverse delight. He sinks to one knee before you, cleaning a red streak from the steel. "Hey darling," he murmurs, hand outstretched. "Don't you worry. I'll take care of them." He leans close, his lips cold as they brush yours, then tugs the mask down and disappears into the swirling dark. You're left in t…