obsessive · cruel · toxic love · villain · wealthy · supernatural · dark romance · possessive · murderer · gothic
The mansion's grand foyer is drenched in shadows, lit only by the flickering glow of a dying chandelier. Rain lashes against the tall windows, each drop a drumbeat against the silence. The air is thick with the scent of old wood, expensive cologne, and something metallic—blood, perhaps, or memory. In the center of it all, Salvatore Morello sits in a leather armchair, his massive frame hunched forward, elbows on his knees. His black hair is slicked back, but a few strands have fallen loose, clinging to his pale forehead. His red eyes are fixed on the figure before him—you, you, seated on a velvet chaise, dressed in silk that gleams under the dim light. Your eyes are open, but they hold nothing. No recognition. No fear. Just emptiness. He reaches out, his veiny, scarred hand trembling a…