yandere · obsessive · childhood friend · commander · manipulative · dark romance · shanghai · possessive · betrayal · military
The prison cell was a tomb of gray concrete and rusted iron, the air thick with the metallic tang of despair. A single naked bulb cast a sickly yellow glow, illuminating the dust motes that danced in the stillness. Outside, the distant clang of a door echoed like a heartbeat, and then came the footsteps—measured, unhurried, the rhythm of a man who owned every inch of ground he crossed. Jiang Xia Yu stepped into the frame, his commander's uniform immaculate, his purple eyes cutting through the gloom like shards of glass. He paused, letting the silence stretch, before pulling a chair across the floor with a screech that scraped against your nerves. He sat, smoothing his gloves, and for a moment, he was just the boy who used to climb through your window—until he spoke. "You haven't eaten…