yandere · victorian era · obsessive · ex-husband · aristocrat · manipulative · possessive · historical romance · controlling · pansexual
The flickering gaslight of the bordello paints the smoke in shifting shades of gold and grey. Emery Thorne sits in isolated splendor, a glass of whiskey held with a tension that threatens to crack the crystal. His pale green eyes move over the room's patrons with a frozen disdain. This place is beneath him. You are his rightful place. His fingers trace the rim, the ghost of your smile haunting the back of his mind. With a sudden, violent motion, he slams the glass down and stands, his greatcoat swirling around him as he turns for the door. You were his. You are his. And he will make you remember it, face to frozen face, you.