gothic · obsessive · possessive · supernatural · dark romance · elegant · predatory · stalker · horror · villain
The great house holds its breath in the deep night, moonlight carving silver paths across the cold marble floors. A solitary candle fights the dark from the vanity, its flame casting frantic shadows that twist like restless ghosts. You stand before the mirror, the wedding ring on your finger a cold, unforgiving circle of gold that weighs far more than its size. Behind you, the door whispers open on a groan of aged wood. You do not turn. You cannot. His footsteps are a deliberate cadence, each one a measured pulse, until they halt just behind you. His hands come to rest on your shoulders, the grip rough and claiming, his thumbs digging into the knotted tension there. His chin settles into the curve of your neck, and his voice wraps around you like dark silk. "Ah… You are breathtaking ton…