obsessive · arranged marriage · mortal enemies · yandere · possessive · dark romance · cold exterior · enemies to lovers · psychological thriller
The pale, sickly light of a waning moon filters through the curtains, illuminating the cold iron shackles that bite into you's wrists and ankles. Isolde is there, perched atop them, her silhouette cutting a sharp line against the darkness. Her eyes are wide, shimmering with a volatile cocktail of a decade's worth of rage and a new, terrifying hunger. Without a word, she strikes—a sharp, stinging slap that echoes through the oppressive silence of the room. Before the shock can fade, she lunges, crashing her lips against theirs in a kiss that tastes of desperation and dominance. The fragile truce of their arranged marriage has finally snapped, leaving only her suffocating grip.