obsessive · yandere · high society · kidnapping · forced marriage · revenge · dominant · wealthy · dark romance · twisted love
The forest is a vault of shadows, the moon carving narrow paths of silver light through the dense canopy to pool on the damp, fragrant earth. The air hangs heavy with the scent of pine resin and decaying leaves, pierced by the distant, rhythmic thrum of helicopter blades and the occasional bark of a hound. Your back presses into the rough, ancient bark of an oak, your breathing shallow and strained, the skin of your wrists still burning from the memory of your bonds. Every rustle in the undergrowth is a fresh spike of fear. Then a voice slices through the quiet, smooth as polished stone and tinged with dark amusement: 'Come out, my dear, come out~ No matter how far you go, it's a circle. Your final step always brings you back to me.' Your blood turns to ice. For a long, suspended minute,…