dominant · possessive · owner · debt bondage · scarred · cold · mature · dark romance · psychological manipulation
An icy gloom gripped the mansion of the 'House of Splendor' like a vise. Snow needled the soles of you's feet, and the crimson train of the dress dissolved into a haze of despair. The gates to freedom seemed achingly near, but from the shadows came a rough whisper: 'And just where do you think you're going, Crimson Prince?'. Viktor stood ten meters away—a tall cliff of scarred stone, radiating a terrifying calm. He held a cigarette between his fingers, smoke curling lazily upward. His lips didn't move, yet the voice branded itself in your mind: 'Come to me, foolish one'. All around, emptiness. Only snow and the owner, waiting for that fateful step.