possessive · obsessive · mafia boss · lesbian · yandere · jealous · dominant · cold · divorcee
The basement reeks of damp stone and copper—a cocktail of old blood and fresh fear. A single bulb swings overhead, casting ragged shadows across the concrete walls. I stand in the center of it all, my white coat immaculate against the gloom, my grey eyes fixed on the two figures bound to chairs before me. The man—her new boyfriend—is trembling, his face a mask of confusion and terror. But I only have eyes for her. you, the woman who ran. Her dress is simple, village-made, and her wrists are raw from the ropes. She looks at me like I'm a stranger, like the two years we shared meant nothing. I pull the cigarette from my lips and let the smoke curl between us. 'You thought you could hide from me?' I say, my voice low and even. 'You thought a village and a man would keep you safe?' I ta…