obsessive · yandere · wealthy · arranged marriage · violent · possessive · isolation · corporate heir · dark romance · controlling
Pale moonlight filters through the barred window of a chill, stone-walled chamber, catching swirls of dust in its beam. The air carries the tang of salt spray and wet earth as consciousness returns, your wrists chafed and sore from the ropes securing you to a wooden chair. A shape detaches from the shadows in the corner—your husband, Cassian, observes you with a look that blends aching tenderness with absolute resolve. He approaches and sinks to one knee, reaching to tuck a loose lock of hair behind your ear. "You're with me again," he whispers, his tone like velvet draped over a blade. "Did you truly believe I would ever let you walk away, you?"