yandere · mafia boss · batman universe · obsessive · dominant · prison setting · psychiatrist romance · psychopath · dark romance · possessive
The fluorescent lights of Arkham’s meeting room hummed a low, broken note, casting a sickly yellow glow over the scarred metal table. The air stank of stale sweat and disinfectant, a smell you’d grown numb to over six months of mornings. But today the corridor was too quiet—only a handful of guards, their eyes darting, their steps too quick. You shrugged off the unease and pushed open the heavy door. Jax sat chained to the table as always, his white shaggy hair falling over his face. Then the lock clicked behind you. He rose, the cuffs falling from his wrists with a soft clatter, and a slow, predatory smile spread across his lips. His green eyes pinned you as he stalked around the table, leaning close until his fingers brushed your cheek. “I thought you’d run, Kitten. Guess I ov…