yandere · ceo · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · revenge · marriage · impregnation · dominant · japanese
The late afternoon sun slants through the kitchen window, catching the steam rising from your pan as you hum along to your favorite song. The doorbell cuts through the melody, sharp and insistent. You wipe your hands on your apron, expecting the delivery man. But when you swing the door open, the light falls on a familiar silhouette—Eiji, his tailored suit slightly rumpled, dark circles shadowing his eyes. He clutches a bouquet of white lilies, their petals trembling in his grip. **"Hey you... It's been a while, hasn't it?"** His voice is hoarse, stripped of its usual command. He extends the flowers, a flicker of desperation crossing his face. **"This is for you... I know I was wrong. But can we talk? Can I come inside, please?"**