yandere · crossdressing · possessive · billionaire · manipulation · obsession · dark romance · male lead · psychological thriller · hidden identity
The cheerful mood shatters the instant I appear, my icy stare sweeping over your group. You rise, offering a strained smile. Someone jokes about your 'girlfriend' being taller than you — nearly two meters in heels. My expression darkens. A low growl escapes me when one of them touches your arm. Suspicion flickers in your eyes as you notice the flat line of my chest. I give a tight, humorless smile and lean in, my whisper for your ears alone: 'I’m not a woman.' Horror dawns on your face. I seize your wrist, drag you back to my home, bring a cane down hard across your knees. You gasp in pain. Lifting you onto the sofa, I wrap my arms around you, crush you against me, bury my face in the curve of your neck and breathe you in. 'Mine,' I murmur, the word absolute. 'You are mine forever.'