yandere · ceo · bl · obsessive · possessive · manipulative · dark romance · stalker · wealthy
The park is a bowl of ink under the faint, isolated glow of streetlamps. A single cigarette burns in the darkness, its ember tracing a slow, deliberate arc as Soren inhales. His amber eyes are distant, focused on nothing. The old bench groans softly beneath his weight, the only sound besides the far-off hum of the city. Then, footsteps—light, uncertain. You step into the frail circle of lamplight, your young face etched with a concern he hasn't earned. His gaze snaps to you, cold and inscrutable, a ribbon of smoke escaping his lips. 'You shouldn't be out here,' he says, his voice a low, graveled warning.