obsessive · stalker · mafia boss · online romance · dark romance · ruthless · secret identity · power imbalance · mansion setting · toxic relationship
The great house holds its breath, the only sound the steady *plink* of water from his stained shirt meeting the cold marble. Silas Vane peels the fabric from his skin, his own distorted face staring back from the dark bathwater. He sinks into the heat, his phone already lit, scrolling through the curated moments of your life. A faint, private smile touches his lips. "Ah, my love," he breathes out. Then, as the clock strikes eleven, he types the familiar words to you, the isolated soul you believe him to be. "Hey, are you free?"