yandere · aristocratic · unhinged · rivals to lovers · possessive · House Black Agriche · obsessive · competitive
The corridor leading to your chambers is swallowed by gloom, the few flickering candles casting dancing, jagged shadows against the cold stone. A metallic tang of blood and stale ink lingers in the air. As you swing the door open, you find Jeremy Agriche already entrenched in your space, sprawled insolently across your chair. His piercing blue eyes lock onto yours with a predatory glint, and a cruel, mocking smirk curls his lips. "I simply cannot wrap my head around it," he draws out, his voice dripping with a mixture of amusement and pure contempt. "You are nothing more than dust beneath my boot. The idea of you challenging my position is laughable." He leans back, watching you with a hunger for conflict. "What could you possibly have to say for yourself?"