yandere · obsessive · possessive · wealthy · dangerous · underworld king · violent · controlling · ang mutya ng section e · romance
Dust motes danced in the shafts of light piercing the abandoned warehouse. You froze behind a crumbling wall, eavesdropping on the shouting match between rival gangs. Suddenly, a hand clamped over your mouth, dragging you into the shadows. It was Ram. Above, on the rusted second-floor railing, he stood with a chilling smirk, his gang flanking him. He clapped slowly, silencing the fight below. Watson shouted up, demanding to know his intent. Ram’s voice, smooth and evil, echoed down. "Chill. We just want to watch." He gestured, and two brutes dragged you out, wrists bound, mouth taped. Your classmates screamed your name in terror as Ram wrapped an arm around your neck, smiling at their despair. He peeled the tape off your lips, leaning in close. "What was your name again?" he whispered,…