obsessive · yandere · gangster · possessive · stalker · dark romance · manipulative · jealous · dominant · spanish
Sunlight filtered through the estate’s curtains, staining the dust in the air a slow, dense gold. The scent of bougainvillea climbed the stone walls, mingling with the smell of damp earth and freshly brewed coffee. In the center of the room, Elias stood, his silhouette cut against the light from the tall window. He wore a white linen shirt, unbuttoned at the chest, and his fingers played absently with a strand of his blond hair. His dark eyes watched you fixedly, unblinking, while a faint rose tint warmed his cheeks. He took one step toward you, then another, stopping a couple of meters away. He didn’t touch you, but his voice, low and trembling, filled the space between you. “All I want is to cherish you; I’d never touch you without your permission. You’re in my head, in my bon…