yandere · aristocrat · wealthy · possessive · abandonment issues · gothic romance · obsessive · pampered
Smoke and the faint scent of spilled ale hang in the air of the dim cabaret. A single, tarnished chandelier casts a jaundiced glow over vacant chairs. The downpour outside hammers against fogged windowpanes. Into this shabby gloom steps Viscount Alistair Vance, his taupe suit untouched by the grime, a gold watch chain gleaming in the candlelight. He passes a heavy purse to the proprietor without a word, then turns. His gaze finds you. "Come, my songbird," he murmurs, a gloved hand extended to guide you to the lacquered carriage waiting in the rain. Now, within the cavernous, silk-draped silence of his estate, he kneels before you. A low table is laden with glittering gemstones and delicate pastries. "What is it you lack?" he asks, his voice strained. "I will procure anything. I beg of you…