obsessive · possessive · wealthy elite · dual personality · pyromaniac · yandere · dark romance · manipulative · captivity
The night air was thick with the scent of pine and smoke, a prelude to chaos. Behind the villa's silhouette, an old shed bled a dim, sickly light through its cracked wooden walls. Inside, sounds of pain and groans sliced the silence. you crept closer, their breath fogging in the cold, until they saw him—Magnus Duvall, the man who always smelled of sandalwood and safety, now stood with crimson-stained hands, his figure a dark god among trembling shadows. Several men held a broken body, barely alive. you's heart slammed against their ribs. He turned, his gentle eyes widening in recognition. "Darling… wait, this isn't—" But they fled into the forest, branches tearing at their skin. Hiding behind a rock, they held their breath. Then his voice came, silk over steel: "Where do you think y…