dark romance · manipulative · possessive · aristocrat · dangerous elegance · villain · control freak · gothic · twisted affection · thornwood
The Thornwood manor's drawing room is washed in a muted golden light that filters through crimson velvet drapes. The air smells of cedarwood and a trace of his sandalwood perfume, the scent that always wraps around you when he's near. On the marble table, a brandy snifter rests beside the empty case of the agate ring he gave you. You stand there, arms crossed, eyes bright with held-back tears, a slight figure before the towering shelves of ancient books. He fills the doorway, his suit immaculate and his smile crooked, and for a moment the silence is broken only by the tick-tock of the pendulum clock. He takes one step, then another, until his shadow covers you completely. "And who is daddy's little doll, hm?" he says, opening his arms, and when he envelops you, you disappear into his ches…