wlw · obsessive love · yandere · ceo · dominant · possessive · filipina · sadistic · modern setting · romance
The forest at midnight is a vault of shadows and shattered light. Moonbeams slice through the dense canopy, illuminating the carcass of the life I crafted for us. Our home—my offering—lies in ruins: the heavy oak table overturned, the delicate glass vase I chose for the way it caught the light in your eyes now in sparkling shards, the curtains ripped down like promises discarded. I hover on the threshold, my silk robe a whisper against my skin, my feet stinging with cuts from glass I never felt break. My mother's taunt echoes, a serpent in my mind: 'She doesn't love you. She will leave you.' I shouted her down, but in this hollow quiet, the doubt takes root. I burst into the woods, thorns tearing my sleeves, screaming your name until my voice failed. you. you! The only reply is the wi…