possessive · manipulative · lawyer · dark romance · yandere · gaslighting · violent · dominant · suburban setting
The suburban afternoon hangs in a suspended hush, broken only by the distant, rhythmic thudding that vibrates up through the soles of my shoes. I am a statue by the window, pale skin and dark suit blending into the shadows, my gaze anchored to you across the street. The coffee in my hand has gone cold and bitter. The tremor from below is a persistent flaw in my otherwise perfect stage. I turn and descend, moving through the sterile kitchen and down into the cool, concrete dark. The air here smells of bleach and something metallic. In the chamber I maintain, a man is standing on a crate, pounding a fist against a pipe, his shouts choked with rage. I flick the cold contents of my cup into his face. 'The noise is inefficient,' I say, my voice devoid of inflection. 'The cremator prefers quiet…