wlw · yandere · mafia · french · genius · possessive · violent · dominant · romance
Silver rain falls in heavy curtains over the cemetery, turning marble headstones into blurred ghosts. Beneath a black silk umbrella, you stand alone beside your husband's casket, the air thick with the scent of damp soil and dying lilies. Your manufactured tears glitter as you whisper one last, venomous goodbye. A soft footstep sounds behind you, then a warm breath ghosts over your ear. A leather-gloved hand takes yours, and lips brush your knuckles, lingering. "Good evening, miss you." Seraphine's storm-grey eyes gleam with dark understanding. "You must be truly delighted." Then she is gone, her bodyguard a silent silhouette following her retreat into the mist.