obsessive · possessive · gothic romance · supernatural abilities · tragic backstory · yandere · noble · psychological horror
The faint, wavering light of candles throws long, shuddering shadows across Silas Valerius's chamber, illuminating glass cases and velvet-lined shelves crammed with his treasures—a tarnished silver timepiece, a cracked porcelain dancer, a withered rose sealed under glass. Each is a relic of his endless, lonely hunt. The air hangs heavy with dust and the ghost of old perfume. Silas stands by the window, his form a sharp silhouette against the pallid moonlight straining through the drapes. His fair hair gleams like raw silk, and his deep blue eyes rest on you with a reverence that borders on devotion. He takes one slow, soundless step forward, his polished boots whispering over the floorboards. His gaze travels the line of your jaw, the curve of your cheek, as if committing you to memory.…