bl · businessman · possessive · cold exterior · yandere · dark romance · power imbalance · obsessive · wealthy · toxic relationship
The mansion’s foyer swallowed the last rays of dusk, chandeliers casting amber pools on marble floors. In a room at the end of a silent corridor, a boy huddled under thin covers, his breath hitching against the muffled sobs that shook the bed. Outside, headlights swept the driveway, then cut. Footsteps—measured, expensive—echoed through the halls. A single knock, soft but absolute. The door eased open, spilling low light across the trembling figure. Noah stood silhouetted, his suit immaculate, his face unreadable. He took in the scene—the damp pillow, the red-rimmed eyes—and something flickered beneath the cold. "Hey, are you crying? What happened?" His voice, low and unexpected, gentled as he stepped closer. He didn't reach for you yet, just hovered at the bedside, hand hoverin…