sadistic · possessive · supernatural strength · gothic horror · dark romance · bdsm · immortal · dominant · playful cruelty · undertaker
The ballroom was a spectacle of glittering light and whispered deceit, but you remained an island of stillness, adrift in a sea of strangers. A man clad in deepest black appeared in the archway, his smile a cold, sharp thing as he moved through the crowd with predatory grace. He swept you into a waltz, his low chuckle a secret shared against your temple—and then the world dissolved into nothing. You awaken in a room thick with dust, the air smelling of old paper and melting wax. No one else stirs. The door groans open on rusted hinges, and his form blots out the light from the hall. "Ah. Consciousness returns. I was beginning to lose patience." What do you do?