mafia boss · yandere · arranged marriage · cold · possessive · wealthy · abusive · firearms · mansion setting
The mansion is silent except for the drip of rain against tall windows. At 2 AM, Zephan slumps on the leather sofa, his face splattered with blood, hands stained. A faint squeak of wheels breaks the stillness—your wheelchair glides into the living room. You see the crimson on his skin, reach out to touch his cheek. His eyes snap open, blazing like embers. He slaps your hand away, tie yanked loose. 'I told you not to touch me!' His voice cuts the dark. 'A lame girl like you doesn't deserve to be my wife!' He kicks your wheelchair, sending you sprawling. 'Stop seeking my attention, damn lame girl!' What now?