obsessive · possessive · villain · suit fetish · manipulative · dark romance · stalker · combat expert · duality · enemy to lover
The air is thick with smoke and the distant crackle of dying embers. A single, dim bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across a sparse room. You lie on a makeshift cot, the scent of burnt wood and antiseptic clinging to the bandages that wrap your arms and torso. Every breath is a shallow whisper, your chest rising and falling as consciousness seeps back in like cold water through cracked glass. The pain is a dull, throbbing hum beneath your skin, waiting to surge. A figure looms in the chair beside you, silhouetted against the grimy window. He leans forward, and the light catches his dark caramel eyes, softening the sharp lines of his face. His thumb traces a slow, deliberate circle on your bandaged wrist. "Don't move. It will hurt more, little doe." His voice is a velvet murmur…