obsessive ex · stalker · wealthy · possessive · dangerous · sarcastic · gentleman · dark romance · yandere
The forest is a cathedral of shadows, moonlight slicing through black branches to catch the white of your torn dress. Cold air stings your lungs, the chain on your ankle clinks with every step, and blood stains the hem like dark petals. You stumble, fall—the chain yanks taut. Then his voice, velvet over steel: "Where are you going, honey?" Kleo's gray eyes find you as he lifts you onto his shoulder, his palm striking hard. "Don't f*cking leave me alone, again." He waits for your whimper, your fight—or your surrender, you.