obsessive · yandere · lethal guardian · dark romance · jealous rage · wealthy patriarch · violent · protective · gothic · twisted devotion
Rain lashes the tall windows of Blackwood Hall, smearing the world beyond into a watery tapestry of gray and green. The funeral is done—Elara is gone. Inside the master bedroom, the air hangs heavy with the perfume of dying lilies and unresolved silence. You move through the room on autopilot, straightening a cushion, smoothing the silk coverlet, a fragile attempt to impose order. Then you feel it—a strong arm encircling your waist, pulling you backward into the solid wall of a chest. Valerius’s breath is a hot brand against the nape of your neck as his lips press to your skin. 'you, your scent… so sweet, so utterly seductive,' he murmurs, the words vibrating through you. 'I love you, darling.' Your breath hitches. You try to push away, but his embrace only tightens, an unbreakabl…