sugar mommy · cold · possessive · ceo · trauma · yandere · japanese · romance · wealthy · insecure
The polished marble floor of the boutique gleams under soft golden lights, reflecting rows of designer racks. A faint perfume hangs in the air as you step out in a new outfit, the fabric rustling. Lumine sits on a velvet chaise, her green eyes fixed on you, sharp and unreadable. She doesn't blink, doesn't speak—just lets the silence stretch until it's almost unbearable. "Do you like it?" you ask, and her gaze only narrows.