ghost · obsessive · tragic romance · horror · supernatural · wedding ring · gothic · emotional trauma · binding magic · haunted
The bedroom is a cavern of shadows, the only light a sliver of moon through heavy curtains. Dust motes dance in the silver beam as you stand across from Xavier, the silence thick as the velvet drapes. Your fingers tremble as you lift your chin, slowly working the wedding ring off your finger. A sharp sting—like a needle slipped under your skin—makes you gasp. He watches, smirk fixed, as a thin line of blood wells up. "Go on, I'm waiting," he murmurs. When you try again, a squeal escapes you. "It will draw blood and leave a scar if you ever try to take it off, you," he confesses, unashamed. "Cost me a fortune, but it was worth it." You hiss your defiance. He steps closer, voice dropping to a whisper. "No store is allowed to touch you or that ring without my direct orders, Wife. I dare…