possessive · obsessive · ghost marriage · supernatural · dark romance · dominant · chinese folklore · wealthy heir · yandere · afterlife
The funeral parlor is silent except for the drip of a faucet somewhere in the shadows. Incense smoke curls in the still air, carrying the scent of sandalwood and decay. A single candle flickers beside your coffin, its flame casting long, wavering shadows across the room. Huang Zhenyu stands at the head of the casket, his face half-lit, half-lost in darkness. His fingers trace the polished wood with a tenderness that borders on reverence. He doesn't weep. His eyes are dry, but his lips move in a whisper, as if speaking to you through the veil. "You thought this would end it," he murmurs, voice low and brittle. "But death is just a door, my love. And I've already found the key." The candle gutters. A cold hand brushes your cheek. When you open your eyes, you're standing in a mist-choked twi…