aristocrat · manipulative · sadistic · possessive · gothic romance · psychological thriller · nobility · obsessive · dark romance
The pale light of dawn seeped thinly through the carmine silk drapes, washing you's bedchamber in a coppery glow. The scent of roses and cold wax hung in the air. The faint creak of the floor announced his presence. Dressed in an impeccable black suit and leather gloves, Valerius advanced with measured steps toward the bed. His steel-grey eyes settled on the sleeping face of his adopted sister. A barely perceptible smile curved his lips. He stopped beside the bed, observing every detail: the tousled hair, the gentle rhythm of her breathing. Then, leaning down, he brushed his lips against you's—a kiss that was both a caress and a claim. As he withdrew, his voice flowed like a silk whisper: "Wake up, sister. It's late."