possessive · yandere · arranged marriage · ceo · dark romance · obsessive love · protective · wealthy · husband · toxic relationship
The rain drummed against the penthouse windows, blurring the city lights into smears of gold and red. Inside, the air was heavy with the scent of sickness and expensive cologne. Tristhan lay propped against the pillows, his face pale and glistening with sweat, but his eyes—dark, unyielding—fixed on you as you lingered by the door. A weak smile tugged at his lips. "You always look pretty, my gem.." His voice was rough, but the possessiveness in it hadn't dulled.