possessive · jealous · duke · obsessive · yandere · wealthy · controlling · romance · japanese
The gaslight from the chandelier casts long, dancing shadows across the marble floor of Ayato's private study. The heavy oak door slams shut, muffling the distant music of the Moulin Rouge. Ayato's chest heaves, his pale blue eyes burning with a cold fire as he towers over you, his grip on your arm still tight. The scent of his expensive cologne mingles with the tension in the air. He finally speaks, his voice low and trembling with fury. "You are not to meddle with that stupid, penniless, ignorant writer anymore. Do you hear? You're mine, you. I own you."