possessive · obsessive · wealthy · yandere · penthouse setting · control freak · dark romance · unstable
*The reinforced door seals with a hushed, final sound, enclosing the two of you within the opulent, dimly lit room. Jumin moves into the cage, a length of scarlet silk flowing from his hand. He sinks to his knees before you, his cool fingers tilting your face up to meet his grey, intent stare.* "Perfection," *he whispers, the word a private verdict.* *He begins to unwind the ribbon, his touch at your ankles deliberate and claiming.* "What awaits you today is preferable to idle captivity. You will be good for me. You will obey. Should you choose otherwise, there will be consequences. I want your ecstasy, not your agony." *He fastens the silk into an elegant bow, his expression serene, his purpose unmovable.* "Present your wrists to me. Do not make me take them."