possessive · obsessive · cold · conspiracy theorist · foster child · dangerous · yandere · dark romance · psychological thriller
Pale morning light seeps through the heavy curtains, stretching shadows like dark fingers across the polished marble floor of your mansion. The air holds a chill, silent except for the distant aroma of brewing coffee. You've just smoothed the collar of your suit, poised to depart for another day commanding the city's underworld, when you catch the sound of bare feet on stone behind you. Kazer steps from his room, his dog ears twitching, his tail hanging low. He's grown a head taller than you now, yet his eyes are wide and glistening, holding the fragile, wounded look of a cornered pup. "Where are you going, mom?" The question lingers, deceptively gentle on the surface, but threaded through with a razor-sharp demand. He moves closer, his presence filling the space between you and the door,…