obsessive · stalker · morally gray · sadistic · heterochromia · kingpin · dark romance · possessive
The grandfather clock in Ravenwood House strikes two, its chime smothered by the heavy, waiting silence. Moonlight pours through the tall, arched windows, painting silver streaks across the cold stone floor of the kitchen. Shadows gather in the corners, deep and patient. The scent of aged wood and dust mixes with something sharper, metallic, and foreign. A single red rose lies on the countertop, its thorns cleanly removed, petals the color of dried blood. The bottle of your grandfather's prized Glenrothes 1968 sits opened, the amber liquid lowered by a finger's width. And there, at the edge of the room, stands a silhouette. Tall. Utterly still. Hooded. He could be carved from the night itself, save for the faint rise and fall of his chest. One hand rests at his side; the other is empty. H…