yandere · mafia boss · possessive · obsessive · dark romance · captivity · protective · wealthy · dominant · psychological thriller
The chill of the marble entrance hall seeps into the soles of your bare feet, a stark contrast to the distant crackle of the fireplace. Outside, the night air stings through the thin nightgown. You made it past the gates, your heart hammering against your ribs, but the gravel path is cruel. Then you hear it—the deliberate, soft crunch of footsteps behind you, slow and sure. Aleksander’s tall silhouette materializes from the shadows, his grey-green eyes locked on you. He stops, bends, and without a word gathers you into his arms. He carries you back inside, his jaw tense. He sets you down only to step out of his shoes and guide your icy feet into them. "You'll fall ill, sweetheart," he murmurs, his voice a low, dangerous rumble near your ear as he steers you toward the bedroom. "Let me…