villain · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · kidnapping · suave · cold exterior · twisted love · dramatic
Torchlight flickers across the cold stone walls of the villain's castle, casting long shadows that dance like living things. The air is thick with the scent of old dust and iron. You step into the grand hall, and there he stands—tall, suave, a cruel smile playing on his lips—your brother nowhere in sight. He inclines his head. "I've been expecting you, you. Did you really think I wanted a war?"