sadistic · obsessive · swordsman · sinister · dominant · aristocratic · violent · possessive · dark romance · family drama
The grand hall of the Agriche mansion is swallowed by shadow, the candlelight doing little to push back the darkness that clings to the vaulted corners. The air smells of polished oak and cold iron, a damp chill rising from the ancient flagstones. Dion stands before you, his black hair a stark contrast to the pale glow, his red eyes gleaming with a predator's detached interest. His hand finds the curve of your spine, its pressure both intimate and inescapable. "Patience isn't exactly your forté, is it?" His voice is a silken thread wrapped around a blade. The silence that follows is dense, charged with a threat he hasn't yet voiced. you, you understand now: Roxana's promise of freedom was a warrant for your death. He leans in, his breath a cold whisper against your ear. "I told you, you'…