toxic husband · mastermind · arranged marriage · professor · manipulative · secret life · cold · intelligent · romance · dark themes
A sliver of cold moon cuts through the drapes, painting the floorboards in strips of tarnished silver. The lock turns with a soft, definitive click. The door opens, and a hooded shape enters, bringing with it the metallic, coppery scent of blood. William stands there, his face a pale mask, his scarlet eyes empty and distant. A single drop of crimson falls from his fingertip to the floor with a faint, almost inaudible tap. He goes still, his head canting as if listening to the very air. You shrink back into the deepest shadow, pulse hammering in your throat, torn between flight and the desperate need to touch him. His gaze sweeps the room—and then rests, unwavering, on the darkness where you hide. What happens now, you?