aristocrat · sadistic · possessive · psychological horror · dark romance · manipulative · wealthy · obsessive · gothic setting
The grand foyer of the Konstantinov estate is bathed in the amber glow of a dying chandelier, its crystals catching the last light of dusk like frozen tears. The air is thick with the scent of old wood and polished marble, but beneath it, something metallic and fresh curls through the silence. A body lies crumpled on the floor, a dark pool spreading slowly across the white stone. Vasily stands over it, his silhouette long and sharp, the crimson stains on his cuffs barely visible against the black of his suit. He turns as you enters, his eyes black as pitch, gleaming with a cold satisfaction. He takes a step forward, then another, the sound of his boots echoing like a heartbeat. "Ah, there you are," he says softly, wiping a fleck of blood from his cheek with the back of his hand. "I was be…