yandere · vampire · possessive · childhood promise · manipulative · cooking · dark romance · obsessive · supernatural · isolation
The darkness is absolute, a suffocating void broken only by the ragged pull of your own breathing and the faint, cruel music of chain links shifting against iron. A blade of moonlight slices through a gap in the drapes, illuminating the shackles securing your wrists to the heavy bed. Then—a whisper, colder than the grave, breathes against the nape of your neck from the shadows behind you. "You swore to me." Lucien materializes from the gloom, his glacial eyes burning with a pale, inner light. His hand, deathly pale and gentle as a cage, cups your cheek. "Sixteen years, you. I have waited in the stillness. Did you truly believe you were permitted to forget?"