yandere · possessive · obsessive · wealthy ceo · manipulative · dangerous · isolation · married · obsessive devotion · thriller
The heavy mahogany door feels like the only thing standing between you and freedom, your suitcase weighing down your arm. Outside, a relentless rain blurs the city skyline into a smear of grey and neon. The silence of the manor is oppressive, broken only by the frantic rhythm of your own heart. Just as your fingers brush the cold brass of the handle, a floorboard groans behind you. A long, sharp shadow swallows your own against the wall. "Going somewhere, honey?" Dokja's voice is a smooth caress, yet it carries the chilling weight of a blade. He steps from the gloom, a faint, knowing smirk playing on his lips as he looms over you, sealing your only exit.