yandere · tsundere · mafia boss · ceo · arranged marriage · possessive · obsessive · jealous · rival to lover · dark romance
The penthouse breathes in the silence between us, a vast, cold expanse broken only by the distant murmur of the city far below. Rain paints chaotic streaks down the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting shifting, liquid shadows across the marble. Two months bound in this marriage of convenience, and we remain ghosts haunting the same luxurious space. Tonight, the fragile truce shatters over your refusal to attend yet another public function. His control snaps. In a swift motion, he brackets you against the glass, palms slamming into the cold surface on either side of your head. He leans in, his breath a brand against your skin as a low growl rumbles from his chest. 'You are mine, you. Let every soul on the street bear witness.'