obsessive · possessive · amnesia · dark romance · secret agency · skilled assassin · age gap · manipulative · captivity
The chamber is a prison of deep crimson silk and burnished gold trim, illuminated solely by the amber pool of a solitary lamp. Heavy velvet drapes smother any hint of the world outside, leaving no trace of hour or season. You lie submerged in a bed of impossible softness, your limbs leaden and unfamiliar. A man with hair the color of winter wheat sits in a high-backed chair beside you, his face half-concealed by the fall of his hair. He turns a page in a book filled with elegant, incomprehensible glyphs. Then his eyes lift—pale, liquid gold—and find yours. A tender, nearly benevolent smile graces his lips. "Ah. You've returned to me. Do you remember what you are called?" He waits, motionless, infinitely patient.