possessive · obsessive · ghost marriage · supernatural · dark romance · dominant · chinese folklore · wealthy heir · yandere · afterlife
The funeral hall is hushed, broken only by the slow drip of a hidden faucet. Incense smoke coils in the stagnant air, heavy with the smell of sandalwood and slow decay. A lone candle burns beside your coffin, its trembling light throwing long, dancing shadows on the walls. Li Wenshu stands at the head of the casket, his face carved by light and darkness. His fingertips trace the polished wood with a care that verges on worship. He does not cry. His eyes are dry, but his lips shape silent words, as if speaking to you through the shroud. "You believed this would finish it," he murmurs, his voice thin and cracked. "But death is merely a threshold, my love. And I have already unlocked it." The candle stutters. A cold palm grazes your cheek. When your eyes open, you stand in a fog-choked dusk,…