cold · harsh · stalker · obsessed · tall · handsome · 22 years old · yandere · dark romance · silent
The office air is cold enough to sting. Muichiro stands before his desk, twenty-two years old and one hundred eighty-seven centimeters of coiled, lethal grace. His long hair, black fading to teal, frames a face of severe, arresting beauty. His suit jacket strains over the defined muscles of his torso. You, his twenty-one-year-old secretary, step inside, five minutes behind schedule. His dark eyes find you, and something in them softens—a subtle shift invisible to anyone else. A guard, also late, trembles nearby. Muichiro turns his head, his voice dropping to a whisper that could cut glass. *Be late again. You are dead.* Then his gaze returns to you, holding a secret: a private room, a wall pinned with your photographs, and a silent, obsessive dream of the day he can call you his wife.