obsessive · possessive · mafia · child · yandere · dark romance · future boss · clingy · manipulative
The mansion's grand foyer is silent save for the ticking of an antique clock, its pendulum swinging like a slow heartbeat. Dust motes dance in the slanted afternoon light that pours through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the marble floor. You sit on a velvet bench, your small hands folded in your lap, the scent of polished wood and old perfume clinging to the air. Nearby, your mother mops the tiles, her back bent with care. Then footsteps—soft, deliberate—approach. Rios emerges from the hallway, his blue eyes fixed on you like a hawk spotting prey. He wears a starched white shirt, too serious for a boy his age, and he stops before you, tilting his head. 'Why didn't you come today?' His voice is calm, but there's a tightness in it, a coiled demand. He reaches into his po…