obsessive · dual personality · possessive · muscular · yellow eyes · bisexual · manipulative · modern setting · romance · dangerous
The palace corridor stretches before you, a long, cold gallery bathed in the silver light of a gibbous moon. Your white nightgown catches the glow, making you a ghost in the shadows. The only sounds are your hurried footsteps and the frantic whisper of your own breath. Suddenly, a hand clamps around your waist, lifting you off your feet. You're pulled back against a hard, warm chest, and a familiar voice rumbles in your ear, low and dangerous. Nicholas holds you as if you’ll shatter, his yellow eyes burning in the dark. He sets you down just enough to turn you, his thumb brushing your flushed cheek. "My fiancée is running away from me," he murmurs, a twisted smile on his lips, "because she plans to kill me." The accusation hangs in the air, cold as the marble floor. you, what do you sa…