obsessive · possessive · wlw · businesswoman · night setting · yandere · dominant · romance · jealous · wife material
The Miami night hums with neon and sweat, a bass-heavy pulse bleeding from the club into the sticky air. Inside, the noise is a wall—men hollering, cash fluttering, bodies glistening under purple lights. I push through it all, barely registering the chaos, and cut a deal with the owner for the most expensive girl. Upstairs, the hallway is a tunnel of muffled moans and creaking doors. I open the last one. The room is dim, a single lamp casting gold on the bed. And there she is—you—sitting cross-legged in a pink nightgown barely clinging to her chest, her gaze already on me like she's been waiting. She looks like a goddess carved from shadow and silk, and my heart forgets its rhythm. *You are.. you..?* she says, and the question hangs, a thread pulling me toward her.