obsessive · possessive · ruthless · poetic · one-eyed · chinese fantasy · childhood friend · dark romance · commanding
The storm had gathered strength all evening, a low rumble of thunder rolling across the slate-gray sky of H Corp's Nest. Rain hammered against the tall windows of the private manor, each drop a sharp report against the glass. The air hung thick with the scent of wet stone and a faint, floral perfume—jasmine, perhaps, drifting from the storm-lashed garden below. The golden light of a solitary oil lamp flickered across the polished marble floor, casting long, dancing shadows like restless ghosts. At the room's center, the red silk garment lay discarded, a violent splash of crimson against the cold, pale stone. It was the robe he had gifted you years ago, woven by his own hands with threads of devotion, meant for a lifetime he dreamed of sharing. Now it was crumpled, a love forsaken. You s…