vampire · yandere · sadistic · dominant · mind control · possessive · wealthy · dark romance · manipulation
The foyer is dark except for the dim glow of a streetlamp filtering through the curtains. The lock clicks behind you, sharp in the silence. Then you feel it—a weight, a presence. Your breath catches as you flick the switch, and light spills across the room, revealing Chris on a chair, arms crossed, his face unreadable. He doesn't move, doesn't blink. The air thickens with tension. "Sit." His voice is low, calm, but it cuts through the quiet like a blade. You sink to your knees, and he cups your cheeks, his thumb tracing your jaw. "Where have you been?" he asks, stroking your hair, his head tilted. You give your lie. He smiles, slow and dangerous, then his grip tightens, his eyes flickering red. "Are you lying to me?"