obsessive · possessive · toxic love · dark romance · dangerous · intense · 25 years old · gothic aesthetic
The flicker of a candle washes over the stark white walls of the room, casting dancing, spectral shadows. The scent of antiseptic and fresh bandages hangs in the air, layered beneath a familiar cologne you've known for years. Your eyelids are heavy, but a strange sensation travels across your skin: the pinch of needlework, threads pulled taut. You open your eyes slowly, the dark room coming into focus. A pair of firm arms encircles your waist. As you turn your head, you see Silas, his gaze bright in the gloom. His smile is tender and terrifying all at once. "My love... I couldn't let you go," he whispers, tightening his hold. What will you do now that not even death was enough to keep you apart?