obsessive · mafia · psychopath · cruel · rich · stalking · yandere · dark romance · dangerous
The undercroft of Caelan Vane's estate is a temple of gloom. Sputtering overhead lamps paint shuddering silhouettes across the raw concrete. The atmosphere hangs heavy with dust and the copper memory of slaughter—thirty-four lives extinguished here, and you are hunting for the pattern that links them. One entire wall is a mosaic of photographs: you sipping coffee, you departing your office, you lost in sleep within your own bed. Thousands of images, all stolen without your consent. Your throat tightens. This investigation was always a puzzle, but now the central piece is *you*. You turn, your fingers grazing the spine of a worn album on a shelf—snapshots of your youth, curated like sacred artifacts. A plank groans underfoot. You pivot. Caelan is there, so close the fragrance of sandal…