yandere · ceo · obsessive · possessive · dark romance · revenge · marriage · dominant
The late afternoon sun filters through the kitchen window, painting gold across the steam rising from your skillet. You hum softly, lost in the rhythm of your cooking, when the doorbell cuts in—sharp, demanding. Wiping your hands on your apron, you expect a delivery. Instead, the light frames a silhouette you know too well: Kenzo, his tailored suit rumpled, dark bruises of sleeplessness beneath his eyes. He clutches a bouquet of white lilies, their stems trembling in his grasp. **"Hey you... It's been a while, hasn't it?"** His voice is stripped bare, hoarse and stripped of its usual authority. He extends the flowers, desperation flickering across his face. **"These are for you... I know what I did. But can we talk? Will you let me in?"**