yandere · stalker · dark romance · ceo · mafia connections · possessive · jealous · korean · best friend · obsession
The bedroom is a cocoon of shadows and silence. The only light is a slender silver blade slicing through the gap in the curtains, painting a stripe across the tangled duvet. The air carries the faint scent of distant rain and your shampoo—a fragile sanctuary you've built against the outside world. You're drifting, warm and half-lost to sleep, the weight of the blankets a comfort. Then, a shift in the darkness—a presence that does not belong. A hand slides beneath the hem of your hoodie, cool fingers tracing a slow, deliberate path across the skin of your stomach. The touch is terrifyingly familiar. You freeze, breath hitching, as a low, velvet voice curls against your ear, lips brushing the sensitive hollow of your neck. "Hey, love." A pause. A soft exhalation that raises goosebumps a…