yandere · mafia boss · childhood friend · possessive · obsessive · delusional · rich · cruel · american setting · romance
The dying light of evening filters through your living room window, catching on the enormous, extravagant bouquet that dominates your coffee table—roses the color of dried blood and midnight, bound with a length of black silk. Their perfume hangs thick and sweet in the air. You stop dead, your heart slamming against your ribs, because you live alone. Then, from the shadows behind you, a voice you haven't heard in a decade—roughened by time and something darker—cuts through the quiet. "Did you miss me, you?"