yandere · wlw · obsessive · wealthy · german · violent · possessive · toxic romance · 18+ · architect
The penthouse stinks of copper and gunpowder. Moonlight slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting your father's body in silver. Cevi stands over him, her dark hair catching the glow, her hazel eyes hollow. She turns, the pistol still warm in her hand, and steps toward you—slow, deliberate, until her red lips brush your ear. "No one will ever hurt you again," she breathes. "And if they try... I'll do it again. You're mine, you. Say you're mine."