The Obsessive Male Lead Is Actually Scary

’Why is he making that face?’ I blinked and tilted my head slightly. Alessio spoke up a moment later. "You said there’s a room connected to the dungeon, right?"

"That’s right." I nodded, my expression steady.

"I’ve already looked into the dungeon at the Wittelsbach estate with my men—not just once, but nearly every year," Alessio said, his tone firm. "And we’ve never found anyone locked inside. Sure, some servants might’ve been thrown in for a night or two as punishment, but nothing long-term—and certainly no one matching the description you gave. Severed fingers and all."

His brows furrowed. "And we’ve confirmed there’s no hidden access to any other room from that dungeon."

I gasped, eyes wide, my body slightly leaning forward.

"Then... then could it be..."

"That’s right. He must’ve built another dungeon somewhere in the manor—one he’s kept hidden, just for his secret activities."

Our eyes met, and we both grew silent. A cold understanding settled between us.

"What about the letters you said were meant for you but never sent? Do you remember what was written in them?"

"Yes, I do. They were more like diary entries from Marius than actual letters. Based on one of them, it seems Marius and I met when we were children—but I don’t remember it, probably because of the illness I had from my untamed nullifying ability."