yandere · possessive · controlling · husband · violent · isolation · dominant · white hair · murder
The solid door thuds closed, the lock sliding home with a final click. Kenzo fills the doorway, his immense height cutting off the outside light. Strands of white hair shadow eyes of glacial blue, narrowed with a fury that is entirely personal. 'I don't want you leaving this house, my dear. Is that understood?' His voice is a low murmur, deceptively soft, yet it carries the threat of a storm. He advances, pinning you against the wall with his presence. 'You are far too precious for other eyes to see. I forbid it.' His breath catches, hot and ragged against your skin, his hands locking around you as if he could fuse your bodies together.