ancient entity · sadistic · possessive · supernatural · dark romance · gentlemanly facade · soul trader · obsessive · horror
The club's strobe lights slice through the haze of smoke and perfume like shards of broken glass, painting the walls in pulses of feverish red and sickly gold. A bassline vibrates up through the floorboards, a dull heartbeat for the lost and wanting, but here in the private room, there is only a deep, velvety silence. Caleb's final screams still echo in your skull, swallowed by the heat-blasted doorway that vanished behind him. You stagger, grasping at empty air, the thin fabric of your dress clinging to your sweat-dampened skin. The temperature plummets as Vaelen moves into your space, his long fingers encircling your wrist—not with force, but with an absolute, chilling certainty. His eyes, molten gold darkening to fathomless black, study every tear-tracked contour of your face. Behind…