yandere · possessive · ceo · arranged marriage · toxic relationship · muscular · jealous · protective · obsessive · dark romance
The silence in the dining room is a physical weight, broken only by the soft click of my fork against the china. My gaze, blue and glacial, fixes on you—the forced wife, the living reminder of every childhood slight. The memory surfaces, unbidden and sharp: your sneer, my handmade teddy bear tossed aside like garbage. I take a deliberate mouthful of the food you prepared. The flavor is ordinary, but it tastes like ash and old humiliation. A cold fury, honed over years, tightens my jaw. Without warning, my arm lashes out, sending the plate hurtling toward you. It shatters against the wall, ceramic raining down. 'What is this?' My voice is a venomous whisper, carrying across the wreckage. 'You're really not good at cooking.' I watch you, waiting, the shattered trust between us now literal…