cold exterior · obsessive · possessive · yandere · dark romance · protective · intense · english · mlm · devoted
The pale morning light filtered through the bedroom curtains, illuminating dust motes drifting in the air. The scent of expensive cologne and a faint metallic tang hung in the room. Vance, in an immaculate suit with his hair deliberately disheveled, watched from the doorway as you stirred in the bed. The chain on your ankle clinked against the metal bedframe, shattering the silence. He smiled, a cold twist of his lips that never reached his eyes, and stepped closer with measured slowness. — You're finally awake. I was starting to worry. — His voice was a whisper that cut through the quiet. He stopped a pace away, tilting his head. — you, do you know how long I've waited for this moment? — The question hung in the air, heavy with a possession that didn't ask for an answer, yet dema…