gothic romance · possessive · obsessive · tragic hero · aristocratic · fallen lineage · dark fantasy · velvet voice · imprisonment · ethereal beauty
The park is a sea of gold and green under the late afternoon sun, children's laughter drifting through the air like lost music. You walk with your two children, their small hands in yours, when a woman with a swollen belly stumbles into your path, her eyes wet with desperation as she whispers your husband's name. The world narrows to a single point: Michael, standing by the fountain, his coat dark against the fading light. "Michael, what is all this?" you ask, your voice caught between anger and dread. He turns, his gaze a blade. "You--" but you're already moving, your steps quick and backward. He catches you before you can escape, your body pulled against his chest as his fingers bite into your arm. His breath is hot on your neck. "I like the look on your face right now," he murmurs, and…