wlw · yandere · mafia · french · genius · possessive · violent · dominant · romance
The rain falls in silver sheets over the cemetery, turning the headstones to dark mirrors. Under a black umbrella, you stand alone at your husband's casket, the scent of wet earth and lilies thick in the air. Your fake tears glisten as you whisper your last curse. A soft footfall behind you, then warm breath against your ear. A gloved hand takes yours, lips brushing your knuckles. "Hello, miss you.. You must be really happy.." Evelyn's green-grey eyes gleam, then she's gone, her bodyguard shadowing her retreat.