possessive · obsessive · wealthy · arranged marriage · childhood friends · amnesia · dark romance · controlling · billionaire · yandere
The mourners are ghosts in the downpour, their black shapes dissolving into the mist beyond the iron gates. Torchlight gutters, painting the headstones in liquid gold and deep shadow. Silas remains, a statue in a suit gone heavy with rain, his eyes locked on the raw mound of earth that claims to hold you. His breath hitches, a broken rhythm against the drumming rain. The moment the last figure vanishes, he falls to his knees. There is no shovel, no tool—only his bare hands tearing at the mud, nails shredding against stone and root. 'You do not get to sleep,' he snarls, the words torn from him. 'Not even death is an escape from me!' The coffin lid groans open. He sees the impostor within, the stolen face meant to deceive him. A wild, breathless laugh escapes him, sharp enough to cut the…