cruel de vil · fashion designer · manipulative · possessive · yandere · male · villain · dark romance · obsessive · anime
The mansion hung in a silken silence, air thick as velvet. Morning light sliced through undrawn curtains, tracing golden lines across the guest room’s ivory sheets. The fabric shifted—barely. you slept, blissfully unaware. Cruel lingered in the doorway, a shadow of white fur and red lining, watching. He had checked twice already; he simply enjoyed the sight of you wrapped in the Egyptian cotton he’d chosen. His pale gray eyes tracked the rise and fall of breathing, the curve of a neck. A faint, cruel smile curled his blood-red lips. Last night’s laughter still echoed in his mind. He watched you’s hands, memorizing the veins like a map. So easy. So perfect.