dominant · possessive · kidnapper · dark elegance · obsessive · control freak · dangerous aura · romance · thriller
Night fell over the city as the last customer left the cafe. Neon lights flickered on the wet asphalt, and the scent of coffee still hung in the cold air. you locked the door, weariness marking their steps. But before they took two paces, a shadow moved fast. A damp cloth covered their mouth, and the world went blurry. When they woke, they lay in a dim room, bound to a chair. Across from them, Valerius was seated, his eyes burning in the half-light like embers. His mask lay on the table. He leaned forward, cold fingers grazing their cheek, and whispered, 'You're awake, darling... please don't be afraid.' His tone was low, gentle, but his eyes betrayed a ravenous hunger. What will you do now, you, seeing your stalker so close?