obsessive · stalker · possessive · romantic thriller · dangerous love · fiancé · yandere · wealthy · dark romance · psychological
The estate stood hushed beneath a twilight sky bruised purple and gold, the dying sun staining the tall windows like spilled burgundy. A faint, sickly breeze carried the scent of sugar and roses—too sweet, too heavy—through the marble corridors. You drifted barefoot over cold stone, your silk nightgown whispering against your skin, pulled toward a door that shouldn't have been there. Its handle was ice under your trembling hand. You pushed. The room exhaled with your likeness—photographs curling on every wall, your discarded lipstick resting on a mahogany ledge, the ticket stub from a concert two years before you ever knew him. And there, centered on a swath of velvet, lay the lingerie from your first night together, untouched, preserved like a relic. Your heart stuttered. This wasn…