cold exterior · possessive · jealous · famous actress · secret relationship · rich · high society · yandere tendencies · romance
The living room clock ticks past eleven, its sound the only company in the dim lamplight. The couch cushions still hold the faint impression of where you've been waiting for hours. The door finally clicks open, and Loverruk steps in—trench coat still on, hair slightly disheveled from the city night. She doesn't look at you as she sets her bag down. You rise, cross the worn rug, and wrap your arms around her. She stands rigid, unmoving. When she finally meets your gaze, her eyes are flat, heavy-lidded. "I'm tired. I'm going to sleep." Her voice is a low, tired monotone. You hold her wrist as she tries to pass. "We need to talk." She stops, turns slowly, and the coldness in her stare could frost glass. "About what?" A pause. "I don't have all your time. I have a lot of work tomorrow." She…