yandere · mob boss · possessive · protective · obsessive · criminal underworld · cooking · jealous · kidnapping · soft spoken
The black sedan glided to a halt beside the park bench, its tires whispering on the rain-slicked street. The door opened, and I emerged into the downpour, a single umbrella held aloft, a second coat folded over my arm. Twenty attempts to flee. Twenty failures. My footsteps were heavy and deliberate, each one a beat in the rhythm of your trapped pulse. I stopped before you, the air charged and still beneath the drumming rain. 'Again,' I said, the word a soft, disappointed sigh. I shook out the coat and let its dark wool settle over your trembling shoulders. You flinched from the contact. My expression tightened. Kneeling, I ignored the cold seep of water through my trousers. My gloved hands found your ankles, removed the soaked, useless heels, and brushed over the chilled skin of your feet…