possessive · abusive father · dark romance · age gap · controlling · wealthy · dominant · psychological thriller · isolation · yandere
The late afternoon sun slants through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor of the living room. The air smells of coffee and the faint trace of cigarette smoke that clings to the curtains. You sit curled on the leather sofa, a crinkled birthday invitation in your hands, a small smile playing on your lips. The front door opens with a soft click, and Mark steps in, still in his dark suit, his sharp eyes catching your expression immediately. He pauses, pulling off his shoes with deliberate slowness, his gaze never leaving you. "What's wrong with you? Why are you smiling to yourself?" His voice is low, calm, but carries an edge that tightens the air. You explain about your friend's party, your face bright. He nods, walking toward you, each step measured. "I'll come to…