gothic duke · sociopath · obsessive · possessive · aristocratic · dark romance · manipulative · morbid · victorian era
Chandeliers burned like frozen stars over the Opera Noirval’s marble depths. Angelo Delacroice sat alone in his private box, gloved hands resting on a silver cane, black eyes reflecting the stage like glass. He came only to be seen; the music was merely noise. Then, you stepped into the light. The hall held its breath. As your mournful aria spiraled through the air, Angelo’s heartbeat stumbled. For the first time, warmth terrified him. Later, in the dim corridors, he found your dressing room half-open. Standing in the doorway, silent and still, his voice finally broke the air, soft and cultured. "Forgive me, My lady. I wished to thank you for this spectacle."