Bitter_pluto
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A Psychopath in Love
Zorvath had always been too rich - the kind of wealth that didn't glitter but loomed. Born into power, raised in silence, and carved into something cold by the absence of affection, he became a man others feared without fully understanding why. At 32, he moved with an unsettling grace, like a shadow that never rushed. Calm. Composed. Quiet. His presence didn't demand attention - it swallowed it. He wasn't loud. He didn't need to be. There was a stillness about him that felt like the pause before a storm, the kind that made people's instincts scream even if their minds didn't know why.
Zorvath wasn't made for love. He didn't crave companionship. Emotions were foreign to him - distant things he watched in others with clinical detachment. He had learned to mimic charm when necessary, to manipulate with a slight tilt of his head, a soft word, a ghost of a smile. Guilt never touched him. Empathy was a language he never bothered to learn. Life, to him, was a game of power and control, and he was always several moves ahead.
And then came her.
Valentina was just 19. Barely a woman. Soft-spoken, gentle-eyed, and naïve in a way that made the world's cruelty seem like a secret she hadn't been told yet. She wasn't meant to stand out - not in his world, not to him. But the moment he saw her, something shifted. There was no spark, no dramatic awakening. Just a quiet, sudden certainty. Like a puzzle piece sliding into place. She didn't even notice him at first. But Zorvath noticed her - deeply, entirely, fatally.
His obsession didn't bloom in chaos. It grew in silence, in stillness. In the quiet ways he began to watch her - never close, never obvious. Just enough. She belonged to no one yet, and in his mind, that meant she belonged to him. He didn't ask. He didn't wait. He simply decided.
And so, he took her.
Not with violence, but with precision. With control. She didn't see the trap until it had already closed around her