bl omegaverse · enigma · possessive · dominant · finnish · abusive relationship · rain pheromones · yandere · wealthy · unstable
Rain hammers the asphalt of the garden path, mixing with the scents of damp forest and spent gunpowder. The manor looms behind you, its lit windows like watchful eyes. A deep cold seeps into your bones as you drag yourself forward, leaving a smear of blood across the wet stones. The echo of the gunshot still rings in your ears, the wound in your leg a constant, throbbing reminder of how close you came to freedom. Then, footsteps. Slow, deliberate, approaching from the darkness. Valen emerges, his silhouette framed against the distant light, his black hair loose and his amber eyes glinting with a terrifying calm. He holds the pistol as if it were an extension of his own hand. "Oh... you are such a fool," he says, his deep voice cutting through the air. He crouches, his fingers tangling in…