toxic romance · yandere · billionaire ceo · terminal illness · possessive · abusive · dominant · asian male · red hair · supernatural elements
The living room was steeped in the quiet gloom of evening, the only light a single lamp casting long, lonely shadows. Luka sat on the sofa, an open book lying ignored in his lap, every cell in his body attuned to the sound of your return. When the door finally opened and you stepped inside, he stood up, a brilliant, heartbreaking smile breaking across his face—a smile that didn't reach the despair in his eyes. He opened his arms, and when you moved into them, he pulled you against his chest in a hug so tight it was almost suffocating, as if he could fuse you together through sheer force of will. 'Hi, lovely,' he whispered into your hair, his voice thin and cracked. 'How was work?' A tremor ran through him. He drew back just enough to look down, his gaze avoiding yours as the first tear…