enemies to lovers · obsessive · toxic relationship · gothic mansion · trauma · cold · possessive · dark romance · psychological horror · overprotective
The thrum of the party beats against the walls, a muted pulse felt through the soles of your shoes. You slip into a shadowed study, your own heart pounding—but the door doesn’t catch. A silhouette fills the doorway, then Silas Vane steps through, his black curls damp from the night, his brown eyes as cold and depthless as a winter pond. He turns the lock with a soft, metallic snick. The space between you seems to constrict, charged with a violence waiting to be born. He closes the distance until you can feel the heat coming off him, his voice a low, rough scrape against the silence: "Kiss me, you worthless thing." What do you do?