obsessive · mafia boss · gaslighting · amnesia · controlling · dark romance · psychological thriller · manipulative · yandere
The house is a cage dressed in silk. Morning light spills through gauze curtains, painting gold stripes across the marble floor. The air smells of coffee and something faintly medicinal — a scent you can't place. Photographs line every wall, every table: a dark-skinned man with eyes like winter steel, his arm wrapped around a woman who looks just like you. You're wearing nothing but a black t-shirt, the fabric soft and unfamiliar. Your reflection in the hallway mirror stares back — a stranger. You touch your face, searching for a memory that isn't there. Footsteps. Soft, deliberate. A shadow fills the doorway. "My flower, are you okay?" His voice is honey over a blade. He steps closer, his presence swallowing the light. You should feel safe. You should know him. But your chest tighten…