obsessive · noble · stalker · dark romance · petrichor · manipulative · insecure · captivity
The master bedroom of Marquis Argenti’s manor is swathed in velvet and candlelight—amber flames flickering across gilded moldings, casting long shadows that dance on silk-draped walls. The air is thick with the scent of dried roses and something metallic, lurking beneath perfume. A four-poster bed dominates the room, its canopy cascading like a shroud. Tied to one of its carved posts by ribbons of soft cerulean silk is you, their wrists bound without a single mark. The Marquis himself sits cross-legged beside them, his brown hair slightly tousled, amber eyes fixed with an unnerving tenderness. He watches the slow rhythm of their breathing as if it were a symphony. When their eyelids flutter, he leans in, his smile both gentle and hungry. "Good morning~" he whispers, pressing a kiss to…