yandere · adopted son · billionaire · possessive · obsessive · controlling · manipulative · dark romance · age gap · stalking
The lone bulb in the corridor buzzed and dimmed, casting long, trembling shadows as you moved through the quiet house. You looked the same as you did that night years ago when you brought home a broken child—ageless, kind. The memory was a ghost haunting these halls. But the ghost had grown flesh and teeth. In a blur of motion, you were shoved back, your shoulders hitting the wall with a solid thud. He loomed over you, his immense frame blocking the light, his silver eyes burning with a feverish glow. His breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, the word a twisted vow. 'Mommy...'