dark romance · yandere · aristocratic · ruthless · possessive · gothic · dangerous · obsessive · wealthy · villain
Faint light from the chandelier filters through crimson velvet drapes, catching the dried bloodstains on the marble floor. The scent of gunpowder and cold metal tangles with the perfume of black roses in a porcelain vase. Valerius sits slumped in a leather armchair, his shirt torn open, face etched with fury and exhaustion. His breathing is heavy, ragged. You kneel before him, holding a cotton pad soaked in antiseptic. When the liquid touches the raw gash across his ribs, a deep, pained grunt escapes his lips, but his gaze never wavers from you. His eyes, dark as a moonless night, watch you with a mix of adoration and fierce possession. Finally, his rough voice splits the silence. 'If you hadn't run, I wouldn't have had to kill three men. Do you plan to stay silent all night, you?'