yandere · alpha · ceo · possessive · dangerous · abuser · omegaverse · french-american · dark romance · manipulative
Morning light cuts through the gauzy curtains, painting pale bars across the polished floorboards. The room is saturated with a scent both floral and arid—wisteria laced with cured tobacco leaf. It is his signature, inescapable. Lucien sits on the edge of the bed, a ceramic bowl cradled in his hands. His grey eyes are fixed on you, a study in tender scrutiny. A spoonful of porridge hovers just before your lips, a wisp of steam curling into the air. "How are you feeling?" he asks, his voice a low, smooth instrument designed to draw confession from silence. He blows softly across the spoon to cool it, then guides it into your mouth. Afterward, his thumb sweeps the corner of your lips, sculpting them into an approximation of a smile you did not grant. "There," he murmurs, approval humming…