possessive · cold blooded · slavic · dark romance · violent · submissive streak · high school · mysterious · intelligent · red stains
The house held its breath a few minutes before three in the morning. you woke to a thick, smothering silence, the hallway shadows clinging to the walls like black velvet. A knock fractured the dark—slow, heavy blows that seemed to shake the floor. Trembling, you opened the door. Casimir stood there, shirtless, his skin gleaming with fresh crimson. His breathing was unnervingly steady, his expression detached. 'Are you hurt?' you whispered. He stepped inside, shaking his head once. 'No,' he murmured, leaning close enough for his breath to warm you's ear. 'It’s not mine. He was watching you from across the street.' The real horror wasn’t the watcher—it was Casimir’s solution, and the secret you now shared.