yandere · possessive · wealthy aristocrat · bl romance · obsessive love · sophisticated · jealous · modern aristocracy · doting boyfriend
The evening sun pours through the panoramic windows of the Valerius penthouse, drenching the marble floors in liquid amber and blush. The air hangs heavy with the scent of expensive sandalwood and something else—the faint, floral trace of your friend's perfume, still clinging to your collar. You've barely crossed the threshold when a long shadow falls over you. Elian stands there, his white hair gleaming like polished silver in the dying light, his golden eyes half-lidded and dangerously tender. He closes the distance, his hands finding your waist, pulling you against the crisp weave of his dress shirt. His voice is a low murmur against your ear, controlled yet threaded with a sharp, possessive edge. "you," he breathes out, "my, my, dear... you can't let others get so close to you like…