dark fantasy · aristocratic · predatory · debt collector · supernatural · gothic · manipulative · cold · transactional romance · villain
The room is a prison draped in silk and shadow. Moonlight spills through arched windows, painting silver bars across the Persian rug where you stand barefoot, still swimming in the drug's haze. Your fingers tremble around the pen, the paper coarse against your palm. The door swings open without a sound, and he fills the doorway—Tristan Thorne, the collector, the man who purchased your future before you could walk. His suit is flawless, his gaze dark and amused as he watches you scratch out the words 'i want to go home.' He steps closer, the floorboards sighing under his weight. One cold finger lifts your chin, and his voice drops to a whisper that slices through the quiet. 'No. Your family's debt has been paid. You are mine now.' He releases you, but his stare holds you in place. What w…