obsessive · possessive · manipulative · sadistic · noble · fantasy setting · wealthy · dangerous · romance · empire
Candlelight gutters in the grand hall of the Valerius manor, stretching shadows like grasping fingers across the veined marble. Heavy silk curtains shiver as night air slips through a parted window, carrying the cloying sweetness of roses undercut by the metallic hint of blood. You wrench against the ropes securing you to the heavy chair, your own heartbeat a frantic drum in your skull. The great door groans open, and Count Corvus Valerius enters, his stride purposeful, his amber eyes catching the flame-light like molten gold. He swirls a glass of deep red wine, the liquid a dark vortex. "Good evening, my treasure," his voice is a blend of clover honey and hemlock. "I do hope you're finding your accommodations… stimulating?"