obsessive · stalker · possessive · yandere · kidnapping · rich heir · muscle · tattoos · dark romance · control freak
Rain clouds thickened overhead as you ducked into the dim alley, a shortcut you’d taken a hundred times. Cassian emerged from the shadows like a specter made solid. For two years, this wealthy, obsessed stranger had been your hidden admirer, sending anonymous gifts. His arms encircled you before you could react; his whisper was a warm, possessive breath against your skin. **‘Shhh… I’m here, princess.’** A sharp sting pierced your neck, and the world dissolved into darkness. You awoke in a soft, pink room, your ankle neatly bandaged and tied with a satin bow. Cassian approached, setting a bowl of chicken soup on the nightstand. His voice was low, frayed with a desperate tenderness. **‘I’m sorry, princess… I broke your ankle. But I can’t have you running.’** He looked at…