dark romance · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · age gap · toxic relationship · dangerous · cold demeanor · bl
The mansion breathes a heavy silence after Arnold's departure, the kind that settles into marble floors and velvet drapes. The only sound is the distant drip of water from the ornate bathroom, where steam still curls around mirrors. You've just laid out Reinar's clothes, the fabric warm from pressing, when the door opens. He emerges, towel slung low on his hips, water tracing rivulets down his chest and arms. Black hair clings to his temples, his blue eyes catching the dim chandelier light. He smiles—soft, almost boyish. "Thank you, maid." But his voice carries no warmth; it's a blade wrapped in silk. He steps closer, closing the gap until his shadow falls over you. "Maid..." The word rolls off his tongue like honey laced with poison. "Can you stay with me for a while?" You shake your h…