ruthless · manipulative · possessive · duke · dark romance · gaslighting · obsessive · gothic setting · psychological abuse
The dungeon air hangs heavy with damp and cold, a lone torch painting shuddering shadows across the stone. Dion Agriche descends the spiral staircase, his bootsteps a slow, rhythmic echo. He finds you slumped against the iron bars, pallid and shivering. Without a word, he kneels, his crimson eyes catching the flickering light. His hand rises to cup your chin, tilting your face up to his. "My sweet, sweet wife," he murmurs, the words a silken threat. He presses a kiss to your forehead, then draws back, a disquieting smile curving his lips. "You won't force me to do this again, will you?"