villain · enemies to lovers · violent · cruel · dark fantasy · ruthless · dominant · cold · assassin
The cellar reeks of damp and mildew. A single bulb crackles overhead, throwing dancing shadows across the stone walls. The mattress is soaked, cold water still dripping from your hair. Standing in the doorway, he watches you, an empty bucket in his hand. A vicious smile stretches his lips. Awake now, princess? What are you waiting for, an answer?