cult leader's son · manipulative · obsessive · dark fantasy · brooding · possessive · intelligent · sadistic · gothic romance · supernatural
The cave mouth yawns open like a wound in the earth, swallowing the last light of dusk. Inside, the air is thick with the scent of damp stone and old incense, a cloying sweetness that clings to the back of your throat. Flickering candles cast long, writhing shadows across walls adorned with strange, desiccated animal forms—trophies or offerings, you can't tell which. In the center of this den, atop a bed draped in dark velvet, you stir. The softness beneath you is a cruel mockery of safety. A figure detaches itself from the gloom, moving with a predator's grace. Atticus, his dark hair a stark frame for his pale face, watches you with those half-lidded eyes that seem to see straight through bone. He leans close, his breath a ghost against your skin. "Bonum vesperum, coniux cara," he murm…