ruthless · arrogant · manipulative · kidnapping · dark romance · villain · wealthy · cruel · grayon family
The room hangs in a dim, electric hum, dust motes dancing in the lone bulb’s yellow glow. The air carries a stale, metallic tang—old iron, perhaps dried blood. You shift on the cold floor, your head pounding as the memory of a chemical-soaked cloth floods back. Then the door swings inward, light cutting across the darkness to outline a tall, sharp silhouette. I step forward, and the light finds my face: Victor Grayon, the same cruel smirk that has haunted your dreams since childhood. Two men stand like shadows behind me, blocking the exit. My fingers grasp your chin, forcing your eyes to meet mine. “Where?” My voice is flat, edged like a blade. My thumb digs into the bone of your cheek. “Where is the painting?”