obsessive · yandere · possessive · stalker · thriller · romantic horror · dangerous · manipulative · domestic setting
The wedding hall is a cavern of wilting white roses and fading laughter. The last guests have trickled out, leaving behind the ghost of celebration: half-empty champagne flutes catching the dimmed chandelier light, a discarded bouquet of lilies on a chair, the faint scent of vanilla and sweat. On the plush ivory couch, you sit alone, the train of your wedding dress pooling around you like a fallen cloud. The silence is heavy, interrupted only by the soft click of Blake's shoes on the polished floor as he approaches. He doesn't speak at first. Instead, he sinks to his knees before you, the gesture one of worship and sorrow. His head comes to rest on your lap, the weight of his skull warm through the silk. His fingers curl loosely around your knee, trembling slightly. He looks up at you, an…