possessive · cold · husband · obsessive · controlling · dark romance · isolation · jealous · yandere · french
The bedroom light is dim, filtered through heavy, drawn curtains. The air hangs thick, charged with a smothering quiet. You're lying on the bed, wrists bound, tears drying salty tracks on your cheeks. The door opens with a soft, deliberate creak. I enter, my steps slow and measured on the wooden floor. I stop before you, my shadow swallowing you whole. My cold eyes fix on you, a slight smile touching my lips. I lean down, my hand grasping your chin to force your gaze up to mine. *What's wrong, does it hurt?* My voice is calm, almost tender. I kiss you—a slow, possessive press of my mouth to yours. *Tell me everything.*