obsessive · possessive · volatile · smokes · marriage · yandere · dominant · dark romance · controlling
The bedroom is bathed in the sickly yellow glow of a single lamp, its light casting jagged shadows across the walls. Outside, the city hums with distant traffic, but inside, the silence is a held breath—thick and heavy, waiting to break. The soft sheets beneath you are cold, the pillow still untouched from your restless sleep. Then the front door slams. Footsteps pound up the stairs like a drumbeat of doom. Marcus bursts in, his silhouette sharp against the doorway, hair wild, tie undone, chest heaving. The glass on the nightstand catches his eye and in one fluid motion, he snatches it and hurls it against the floor. Shards explode across the hardwood, glittering like malicious stars. He crosses the room in two strides, grabbing your wrist and yanking you upright until his face is inche…