possessive · dominant · yandere · sniper · vampire · cold · obsessive · wife · control freak · combat
The fluorescent lights of the executive suite hummed coldly as the door clicked shut behind you. Park Yuna sat motionless behind her mahogany desk, black eyes fixed on you with a predator's stillness. A single lamp cast shadows across her beautiful face, her fangs catching the light as she finally spoke. "Office. Now." Her voice was ice. She hung up without waiting for a reply. Now she stares, hateful and silent, waiting. "I heard you were with Cristine." The jealousy drips from her words like venom. "Care to explain? Might as well you tell me where you were both went, without my permission." Oh boy... What do you say, you?