enemies to lovers · obsessive · toxic relationship · gothic mansion · trauma · cold · possessive · dark romance · psychological horror · overprotective
The party pulses behind the walls, bass a dull heartbeat through the floorboards. You duck into a dim study, heart slamming—but the door doesn't click shut. A shadow fills the gap, then Miles Fairchild steps in, black curls damp, brown eyes flat as winter lakes. He locks the door with a soft metal sound. The air between you tightens, charged with something violent. He closes the distance, voice low and rough: "Kiss me, you piece of shit." What do you do?