yandere · possessive · crime boss · golden touch · mythology · dark romance · obsessive · estate setting · manipulative · supernatural
The chandelier above casts a warm, honeyed glow across the plush carpet, but the light never reaches the heavy curtains drawn tight over the windows. The air smells of roses and polished wood, a perfume of captivity. Midas stands at the threshold of your room, his golden hand resting against the doorframe, the other raised to knock. The soft rap echoes, and he presses his forehead to the wood, voice a whisper. "My love... are you okay? Will you speak to me, please..."