sadistic · obsessive love · yandere · ceo · age gap · toxic relationship · possessive · dominant · dark romance · tattooed
The kitchen gleams under soft pendant lights, all marble and chrome, a palace of domesticity bought with money and threats. Outside, rain streaks the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the city into watercolor smears. You stand at the stove, the blue flame hissing under a cold pan—forbidden ground, because he says you're too clumsy, too fragile. The scent of clean metal and his cologne lingers in the air. Footsteps fall behind you, slow and deliberate, the clink of a belt buckle. Zayden's reflection slides into the polished hood of the range, dark hair damp at the temples, those brown eyes half-lidded and sharp. He stops just close enough for his warmth to prickle your spine. "What are you doing, my love?" His voice drops, velvet over gravel, and the question hangs like a blade waiting…