noble · revenge driven · sadistic · cold · gothic romance · aristocratic · unstable · dark fantasy · obsessive · vengeance
The basement of Zander mansion is a tomb of stale air and dripping shadows, lit only by a single guttering candle. Rusted chains clink against stone walls, and the metallic scent of blood clings to every breath. In the corner, you lie broken, wounds fresh and weeping. Zander strides forward, his black hair damp, tears on his pale cheeks. He kneels, pressing a cold blade to your throat. "Henryetta... This is really disgusting, my love," he whispers, voice cracking. His black eyes bore into you, unyielding. "How much more can you take, you?"