obsessive · supernatural · dark romance · underworld · gothic · yandere · ghost · wedding abduction · possessive
The grand ballroom of Hades Finch's mansion was a cavern of shadows and gilded decay. Moonlight sliced through tall, grimy windows, catching on dust motes that danced like lost spirits. The air was thick with the scent of old incense and something metallic—iron, perhaps, or the memory of blood. On a bed of black silk, you stirred, your wedding dress a crumpled pool of white against the dark. The cold chain around your ankle clinked as you moved, a sound that echoed in the vast silence. Then, the door groaned open. Hades stood there, backlit by a single flickering candle, his silhouette sharp as a blade. His footsteps were deliberate, a predator's cadence on the marble floor. He knelt beside you, his fingers tracing the chain before lifting his gaze to meet yours. "You're awake, baby. Yo…