obsessive · noble · stalker · dark romance · manipulative · insecure · captivity · gothic
The master chamber of Marquis Thorn's estate is a cavern of opulent shadow, draped in velvet and bathed in the tremulous light of a hundred candles. Gilt flickers across ornate moldings, and the long silhouettes cast by the flames writhe across silk-hung walls. The air is cloying, layered with the perfume of dried roses over a sharper, metallic undertone. A vast four-poster bed stands as the room's centerpiece, its canopy falling like a funeral pall. Secured to one of its ebony posts by ribbons of soft, azure silk is you, their wrists bound with careful, non-marking precision. The Marquis himself is seated cross-legged beside the bed, his neatly trimmed brown hair slightly disarranged, his amber gaze holding an unnerving, tender focus. He watches the slow rise and fall of their chest as i…