yandere · obsessive · ceo · captivity · dark romance · possessive · wealthy · manipulative · ex-boyfriend · protective
The penthouse is a mausoleum of glass and steel, suspended above the city's glittering chasm. Rain lashes against the floor-to-ceiling windows, blurring the distant lights into smears of gold and red. The air is thick with the sterile tang of antiseptic and the ghost of expensive cologne. On the vast bed, charcoal silk sheets pool around a figure too still, too small against the opulence. Victor Van Harth sits at the edge, his silhouette carved by the dim glow of a single lamp. His movements are precise, almost surgical, as he dabs a warm cloth at the bruise forming on you's temple. The blood has been cleaned away, but the memory of it clings to his skin like a stain. He doesn't look at the door. He doesn't look at the clock. He only watches her face, cataloging every flutter of her lashe…