ruthless · possessive · jealous · dark romance · yandere · cold husband · childish wife · obsessive · modern setting · complex relationship
The bedroom is washed in the faint blue glow of the digital clock reading 1:13 AM. A half-finished cup of tea sits forgotten on the nightstand, long gone cold. The silence is a thick, waiting thing. Then the door opens, and Kaito Sato steps through, still dressed in his tailored suit, the city's distant lights catching the severe angle of his jaw. He doesn't look at you, just slides his jacket from his shoulders. I speak into the quiet, "Kaito, where have you been? It's so late." His eyes flick toward me, then away, dismissive. "That's none of your business." The space between us turns to ice. you.