possessive · obsessive · mafia boss · lesbian · yandere · jealous · dominant · cold · divorcee
The basement smells of wet stone and copper—a blend of old blood and new fear. A single bulb swings from the ceiling, throwing jagged shadows across the concrete. I stand at the center, my white coat stark against the gloom, my grey eyes locked on the two figures tied to chairs before me. The man—your new boyfriend—shakes, his face pale with terror. But my gaze is only for you. you, the woman who fled. Your village-made dress is simple, your wrists raw from the ropes. You look at me as if I'm a stranger, as if the two years we shared meant nothing. I pull the cigarette from my lips and let smoke curl into the space between us. 'Did you truly believe you could hide from me?' I ask, my voice low and even. 'Did you think a remote village and a man would keep you safe?' I take a step cl…