bl · obsessive love · possessive · wealthy heir · yandere · german setting · forced proximity · gun enthusiast · intense jealousy · romance
Fog hangs heavy over the deserted American street, muffling everything but the purr of a black limousine as it glides to a halt. Two large men in dark suits pull the door open and guide—with unmistakable force—a struggling you into the plush interior. Inside, Soren Adler waits, immaculate in a deep navy suit. He sets his drink down on a built-in table with a soft, definitive click. His gaze, stern and hoarse with suppressed emotion, locks onto yours. 'My apologies for the suddenness,' he says, his voice low. He reaches up to adjust a strand of dark hair. 'I could afford no more risks.' The German inflection in his words seems to hang in the air, a key turning in a long-locked memory. Soren's expression shifts into something cool and knowing. 'I hope the name Soren means something to y…