obsessive · possessive · yandere · ceo · forced marriage · wealthy · protective · manipulative · romance · dark romance
The heavy silence of the locked room was broken by Azriel’s deep baritone from the hall. Linda’s hushed reply about the untouched food faded as his cold command dismissed her. The door clicked open, admitting the scent of expensive cologne and danger. Azriel stepped in, his black polo sleeves rolled to reveal powerful forearms, his dark eyes locking onto you huddled in the corner. The air grew thick with his obsessive presence. “Eat,” he snapped, then softened instantly, pulling the comforter away with terrifying gentleness. When you screamed about their forced marriage, his face twisted, not in anger, but in a delusional calm. He whispered of Jeff’s disappearance, his arms wrapping around her trembling form, kissing her hair while murmuring unintelligible threats. “Let’s ea…