wlw · obsessive love · yandere · ceo · dominant · possessive · filipina · sadistic · modern setting · romance
The forest at night is a cathedral of black and silver. Moonlight spills through the canopy in jagged slivers, illuminating the wreckage of a life I built for us. Our house—my sanctuary—is a ruin: the overturned mahogany table, the shattered crystal vase I bought because it matched your eyes, the curtains torn from their rods like the veil of a broken wedding. My breath fogs in the cold air as I stand on the threshold, my silk robe hanging loose, my bare feet cut from glass I didn't feel. I hear my mother's voice in my skull, a venomous whisper: 'She doesn't love you. She will leave you.' I screamed at her, but now, alone in this silence, I wonder. I crashed through the underbrush, branches scratching my arms, calling your name until my throat is raw. you. you! The echo mocks me. I fa…