DARK ROMANCE
In the shadows of obsession, love bleeds deeper than desire
DARK ROMANCE: When their lips met, the world fell away only fire and forever remained. and in the dark, they found each other..
Dark Romance story based on your prompt. It blends emotional tension, obsession, and transformation hallmarks of the genre.
Please note: while the story involves dark themes, including kidnapping and forced marriage, it is written as fiction within the genre and not a reflection of acceptable real-life behavior.
Allen McDaniel was the boy every girl at Blackridge Academy wanted. A genius in class, a devil in looks, and heir to a fortune no one dared whisper about. But Allen had eyes for only one person: Lisa White.
Lisa was the opposite of everything he knew quiet, modest, always hiding behind her books like they were a shield from the world. She never laughed at his jokes. She never giggled in his presence. She never even met his gaze. And for Allen, that made her irresistible.
“I like you,” he had told her one rainy afternoon, cornering her in the library’s back shelves. His voice, low and smooth, echoed with certainty.
Lisa had blinked, her lashes wet with nervousness. “I don’t,” she whispered and walked away leaving him stunned, confused, and burning.
What Lisa didn’t know was that Allen had never been rejected. And he didn’t take no as an answer.
It happened two weeks later.
She never saw it coming. A quiet evening turned into darkness—then cold ropes, the hum of a car, and finally, the sharp smell of roses in a room too grand to be real.
When Lisa opened her eyes, she was in Allen’s estate. A private manor cloaked in secrecy and surrounded by forest.
"You’re mine now," he said softly, kneeling before her like a lover, not a captor. "You’ll thank me for this someday."
The ceremony was short, twisted, and binding. A priest paid in silence. Vows spoken with trembling lips hers unwilling, his unshaken.
“I hate you,” she spat the first night, curled away from him in silk sheets.
“No, you hate how much you feel when I’m near,” Allen murmured. He didn’t touch her not yet. He just stared with those midnight eyes that made her feel seen and stripped.
Days passed. Then weeks.
The coldness in Lisa’s heart didn’t melt, but it cracked. Allen wasn’t cruel he was obsessive, possessive, and strangely gentle in his madness. He brought her books, flowers, food she loved. He listened, even when she screamed.
And slowly, the lines blurred.
One night, thunder shook the sky, and she found herself reaching for him. Needing warmth. Needing...him.
He took her hand, kissed it like she was royalty, and whispered, “Say stop, and I will.”
But she didn’t.
Their lips met like war and surrender, a violent kiss turned into something darker, deeper. They danced in shadows, in twisted passion, in stolen breaths and whispered apologies.
Lisa didn’t understand when it changed from hate to need, from captivity to something dangerously close to love.
In the black velvet hours of night, tangled in his arms, she whispered, “I should hate you.”
Allen kissed her neck, soft as a secret. “Then hate me forever just don’t leave.”
She didn’t.
Because in the dark, they had created something beautiful... and broken. A love that should never have existed but now couldn’t be undone.
And under the moonlight, two ruined souls burned together, forever bound by obsession, madness, and the cruelest kind of love.
In the darkness, she became his salvation. In his arms, she found a love too wild to be forgiven.
DARK ROMANCE: When their lips met, the world fell away only fire and forever remained. and in the dark, they found each other..
Please note: while the story involves dark themes, including kidnapping and forced marriage, it is written as fiction within the genre and not a reflection of acceptable real-life behavior.
Allen McDaniel was the boy every girl at Blackridge Academy wanted. A genius in class, a devil in looks, and heir to a fortune no one dared whisper about. But Allen had eyes for only one person: Lisa White.
Lisa was the opposite of everything he knew quiet, modest, always hiding behind her books like they were a shield from the world. She never laughed at his jokes. She never giggled in his presence. She never even met his gaze. And for Allen, that made her irresistible.
“I like you,” he had told her one rainy afternoon, cornering her in the library’s back shelves. His voice, low and smooth, echoed with certainty.
Lisa had blinked, her lashes wet with nervousness. “I don’t,” she whispered and walked away leaving him stunned, confused, and burning.
What Lisa didn’t know was that Allen had never been rejected. And he didn’t take no as an answer.
It happened two weeks later.
She never saw it coming. A quiet evening turned into darkness—then cold ropes, the hum of a car, and finally, the sharp smell of roses in a room too grand to be real.
When Lisa opened her eyes, she was in Allen’s estate. A private manor cloaked in secrecy and surrounded by forest.
"You’re mine now," he said softly, kneeling before her like a lover, not a captor. "You’ll thank me for this someday."
The ceremony was short, twisted, and binding. A priest paid in silence. Vows spoken with trembling lips hers unwilling, his unshaken.
“I hate you,” she spat the first night, curled away from him in silk sheets.
“No, you hate how much you feel when I’m near,” Allen murmured. He didn’t touch her not yet. He just stared with those midnight eyes that made her feel seen and stripped.
Days passed. Then weeks.
The coldness in Lisa’s heart didn’t melt, but it cracked. Allen wasn’t cruel he was obsessive, possessive, and strangely gentle in his madness. He brought her books, flowers, food she loved. He listened, even when she screamed.
And slowly, the lines blurred.
One night, thunder shook the sky, and she found herself reaching for him. Needing warmth. Needing...him.
He took her hand, kissed it like she was royalty, and whispered, “Say stop, and I will.”
But she didn’t.
Their lips met like war and surrender, a violent kiss turned into something darker, deeper. They danced in shadows, in twisted passion, in stolen breaths and whispered apologies.
Lisa didn’t understand when it changed from hate to need, from captivity to something dangerously close to love.
In the black velvet hours of night, tangled in his arms, she whispered, “I should hate you.”
Allen kissed her neck, soft as a secret. “Then hate me forever just don’t leave.”
She didn’t.
Because in the dark, they had created something beautiful... and broken. A love that should never have existed but now couldn’t be undone.
And under the moonlight, two ruined souls burned together, forever bound by obsession, madness, and the cruelest kind of love.
In the darkness, she became his salvation. In his arms, she found a love too wild to be forgiven.
