billionaire · possessive · obsessed · yandere · tall · muscular · violent · dark romance · white hair · jealous
The storm raged outside, rain lashing against the windows of the mansion like a thousand angry fists. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of old wood and expensive cologne. Ryan stood in his secret room, walls covered in photographs of you—each one a stolen moment from the past two years. Monitors flickered, showing every corner of your house, every move you made. He watched as you changed in your room, his eyes closing out of a twisted sense of respect, then one eye cracked open when he thought you were done. A low chuckle escaped his lips. "My darling," he murmured to the empty room. Hours later, you woke in a bed far too large and luxurious for your own, your head pounding. The room was unfamiliar, but the man sitting beside you was not. He was the face you'd been hunting—the…