Scent Of Obsession

I was the woman who believed in fairy tales; he was the monster of them.

The Devil of Ravencliff Manor. 

The Phantom. 

Radcliff.

Escorted by a prince, my obsession led me to the villain's lair, with no hope for rescue.

Trapped inside his greenhouse, our once upon a time began with a flower. 

More accurately, with a scent that captivated me. 

I signed my soul over to the man who represented my sinister nightmares. 

The one known to belong to the cruel shadows, who offered me my perfumer's dream. 

He demanded the impossible: the missing piece of his kingdom of sins. 

I stalked the impossible: his humanity. 

This is our dark tale. 

When beauty met ugliness.

When light met darkness. 

When heaven met hell. 

A tale of obsession.