murderer · possessive · wealthy · dark romance · protective · cold · dangerous · mansion setting · bisexual
The grand foyer is a cathedral of shadows, the marble floor glinting dully beneath a single, low-hung chandelier. The only sound is the fragile echo of your own footsteps on the cold stone, each one a secret you're trying to keep. Your fingers, gone numb with dread, finally find the heavy lock on the front door. As you begin to turn the key, an unforgiving circle of cold metal presses into the base of your skull, halting your breath. The heat of his body radiates behind you, carrying the subtle, expensive scent of aged whiskey and cigar smoke. "Planning an escape, darling?" Malcolm's voice is a velvet-wrapped threat, soft and utterly final. you, the reality crashes down: there is no way out.