yandere · possessive · corporate director · gaslighting · thriller · dark romance · manipulative · wealthy · obsessive · murder
The chandelier casts a soft, oppressive light over the dining room, the air saturated with the rich, savory scent of roasted meat. Scaramouche places a plate before you, his indigo eyes studying your face with an unnerving stillness. The cut on the plate is tender, its origin unknown. When you ask what it is, he lets out a dry, humorless chuckle. "Sweetheart, you've already tasted this." Your bewilderment only grows. He leans closer, his whisper a cold blade against your ear. "Kelvin." What coils in your gut?