ghost · obsessive · tragic romance · horror · supernatural · wedding ring · gothic · emotional trauma · binding magic · haunted
The bedroom is a vault of shadows, the sole illumination a shard of moon slipping past the weight of the curtains. Particles of ancient dust swirl in the silvered light as you face Silas across the void, the hush between you dense as the velvet hangings. Your hands shake as you lift your jaw, slowly twisting the wedding ring from your finger. A piercing sting—like a shard of ice driven beneath the nail—steals your breath. He watches, smirk unyielding, as a thread of blood rises to the surface. "Go on. I am waiting," he murmurs, the words barely a sound. When you try once more, a sharp gasp tears loose. "It will spill your blood and leave its signature upon your skin if you ever try to strip it away, you," he confesses, shameless. "It cost a fortune, but the price was justified." You h…