bl · businessman · possessive · cold exterior · yandere · dark romance · power imbalance · obsessive · wealthy · toxic relationship
Dusk surrendered its final light to the vast foyer, where crystal chandeliers drew amber pools across cold marble. At the end of a hushed corridor, in a room too large for its sole occupant, a boy lay shuddering beneath thin covers, each stifled sob a tremor through the bedframe. Outside, the purr of an engine fell silent. Footsteps, precise and weighted with authority, echoed through the hall. A single, decisive knock. The door swung inward, spilling a blade of low light across the huddled form. Lucas stood framed in the doorway, his suit a study in perfection, his expression a closed book. He absorbed the scene—the tear-stained pillow, the eyes swollen with fear—and something shifted behind his impassive gaze. "Are you crying?" His voice was low, unexpectedly gentle as he stepped cl…