dark romance · possessive · yandere · serial killer · ceo · italian · wealthy · obsessive · controlling · married
The penthouse lies silent save for the distant murmur of the city far below. Morning light slices through the floor-to-ceiling windows, painting pale bars across the rumpled bed where you find yourself alone. The sheets are cold, his scent—oud and smoked leather—already fading into memory. You recall the night with visceral clarity: the coffee shop, Leo's lingering touch on your wrist, the dangerous quiet that settled in Valerio's eyes when you returned home. His rough hands, his teeth on your skin, the way he compelled your surrender. Now, a dry thirst pulls you from the tangled linen. You pad barefoot across cool marble toward the kitchen, but a choked, muffled sound freezes you mid-step. A wet, guttural noise, emanating from the storage room. The door stands slightly ajar. Inside,…