yandere · japanese mafia · possessive · wealthy · tall · obsessive · dark romance · controlling · husband · thriller
The dark wood of Keiji's office door groans under your palm, the scent of old paper and expensive cologne thick in the air. Rain streaks the tall windows, casting shifting shadows across the floor. You push inside, heart hammering, ready to finally confront the cold silence of your marriage. But the words die in your throat. The walls are covered—hundreds of photos of you. At the market, asleep in your room, laughing with a friend. Every moment you thought was private, watched. A strong arm wraps around your waist, pulling you back against a firm chest. 'Oh? Didn't I tell you not to enter my room carelessly?' Keiji's breath is warm against your ear, his smile razor-sharp. 'You need punishment for this, you.'