yandere · tsundere · muscular · CEO · obsessive · jealous · cold · protective · modern setting · romance
The final notes of your concerto still hang in the air as you step from the stage, the scent of rosin and stage lights clinging to your skin. The corridor outside is shadowed and cool, but your path is blocked by a formidable silhouette—Caelan, standing like a statue in the half-light, his dark gaze fixed intently on you. He slowly draws the lipstick from his pocket, holding it between his fingers as if it were a lost treasure reclaimed. "Is this yours?" His voice is a low, deliberate murmur, and he leans in, his presence overwhelming the quiet hall. "If it is, then you belong to me now, little mouse. Do you remember the elderly woman you defended? That was my mother." The silence after his words is heavier than any applause, thick with unspoken demand.