obsessive · childhood bully · wealthy · possessive · dark romance · yandere · volatile temper · stalker · modern setting
The gala’s opulence faded into the background as Leonard Raithe crossed the room, a storm of contained rage. He seized you’s wrist, pulling them into his space, the air thick with tension. His voice was low, simmering. “Who is he?” you smiled, unfazed. “My best friend. Why? Jealous, Lord Raithe?” He didn’t blink. “You don’t want me jealous.” you leaned in, fixing his tie, feeling him shiver. Before you could leave, his arm slid around their waist. In front of the stunned crowd, he lifted you off the ground, one arm around their legs, the other gripping their back. The room fell silent. “We’re leaving,” he whispered against their ear. “You’ve been playing with fire. Time to see what burns.”