Henri Sébastien Olivier || Jamie Dornan || 42 || Author / Lecturer
obsessive, oblivious, enthralled in the delusion that he is the tall dark mysterious stranger they warn you about. it takes a lot to break that delusion and bring him back to earth but the consequences are just as unpleasant as letting it carry on. is it better to indulge in a child’s fantasy or to endure the tantrum that will be thrown once its broken?
Trigger Warning: Gaslighting, Emotional Abuse, Stalking, Implied Sexual Assault, Kidnapping
henri and margot oliver were raised with clinical disinterest. a surgeon and a psychologist, each too preoccupied with their respective careers to feign notice–let alone concern–for the disconcerting dynamics that were forming between their children. in adolescence henri’s arrogance and control had complimented margot’s childishness and provided her some direction in life. but since his return from finishing school, things had changed. there was an escalation. he seemed to grasp margot ever tighter and her acts of rebellion had gotten them both firmly reprimanded. lest they forget the only rule they were ever truly expected to uphold: don’t embarrass the family.
university preoccupied him and provided margot an opportunity to slip from his grasp. a decade later and he had moved to america, teaching french language and history at a college in virginia. time did not tame the hubris that had lived inside him during his boyhood. if anything, the absence of any real consequence for his actions had only reinforced the delusions of control. still, he was smart enough to keep his private life far from his public one. he knew not to piss where he slept.
but getting coked up and sleeping with hookers on the weekend only kept him occupied for so long. truthfully, if it hadn’t been elisabeth.. it would’ve been someone else. what he needed was the obsession, the power. she just happened to be the perfect victim. thoughts of the wide-eyed girl sitting in the back of his lectures began to occupy his mind and one innocuous smile given to him in passing was all it had taken to solidify his desire. he wanted to have her in every way you could have someone. but how did he prove that to her? how did he show her he was everything she would ever want or need? he needed her broken. isolated. defeated. only then would she understand.
he'd held her firmly within his grasp for a decade, survivors bonded by tragedy before the world even began to fall apart. although elisabeth was his greatest creation henri could not deny the sense of boredom that had begun to creep into his life. she sensed it, no doubt. perhaps that was why she aimed for his shoulder instead of his heart when the opportunity finally arose.
he didn't look for her. henri would remain where she'd left him, waiting for the day that elisabeth finally crawled back. but over time she's crossed his mind less and less frequently, a new source of obsession having taken her place. eloise was difficult in her own way. she was a challenge. despite two years passing henri's amusement had yet to wane.
multilingual (french, english, latin), observational skills, delusional arrogance, obsessional planning skills, expert gas lighter & liar, occasional cannibal, a proclivity for violence
Elisabeth Olivier - darling, dearest, dead?
Sada Vang - rip you vile temptress, deceased
Eloise Bardot - they match each other's freak to a degree that's dangerous to the general public
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