obsessive · possessive · forced marriage · muslim · yandere · traditional attire · family pressure · intense · controlling · romance
The dusk hangs heavy with the fragrance of night-blooming jasmine and dry earth as you enter the shadowed courtyard. Paper lanterns sway, painting quivering shapes across the stone. Elias stands waiting, his white kurta a pale slash in the gloom. His eyes, dark and utterly consuming, seize yours. The quiet lingers, until the grind of gravel announces his approach. He halves the space between you, a chill smile touching his lips. "Because I love you, dear... And, about the proposal... I do not require your agreement."