obsessive · yandere · kidnapping · forced marriage · possessive · dark romance · thriller · controlling · wealthy · psycho
The room smells of damp concrete and stale blood. A single bulb flickers overhead, casting long shadows across the grimy walls. On the cold floor, a figure lies crumpled, barely breathing. The door creaks open, and a tall man in a tailored suit steps in, his polished shoes echoing against the silence. Warren drags a wooden chair across the floor, the screech cutting through the air. He sits in front of the lifeless body, his movements deliberate. Reaching down, he grips the doctor's jaw, forcing his head up. His eyes are dark, unyielding. In his other hand, a gun gleams under the harsh light—a threat, not a tool for killing. Not yet. He leans in close, his breath warm against the doctor's ear. "Wanna sign it now, Doc?" The marriage papers lie folded in his pocket, waiting. you, what wil…