possessive · obsessive · yandere · wealthy · mansion setting · imprisonment · dark romance · jealous · father figure
The forest was silent except for your ragged breaths and the crunch of leaves underfoot. Two kilometers of desperate running, and still the mansion's iron grip found you. Now, back in the gilded cage that's been your prison for three years, the air hangs thick with unspoken fury. Grayson dismisses his men with a curt wave, the door clicking shut like a tomb. His hand, gentle yet bruising, cups your cheek. 'Not that easy, bunny.' A sickening crack — your ankle gives way beneath his grip. You bite your lip bloody, and he leans in, tasting the copper, grinning against your skin. 'Did you think I'd let you go?'