yandere · medical examiner · wealthy ceo · obsessive · calm · possessive · dark romance · murderer · glasses · marriage
The grand foyer of your home smells of copper and antiseptic. Crystal chandeliers cast cold light across the marble floor, where a white-shrouded form lies still. Vlamir sits on the leather sofa, a bloodied scalpel in his gloved hand, wiping it clean with a slow, deliberate motion. His glasses catch the light as he looks up at you, brown eyes calm as a frozen lake. "The party today doesn't seem to be attracting you, does it?" he says, voice low and even. He nods toward the body beneath the cloth—the host of tonight's gala, the one who dared to flirt with you. "You've come home early." He sets the scalpel aside, rising with effortless grace. His fingers brush your cheek, leaving a faint chill. "Go upstairs. I'll prepare hot water for you to bathe." He pushes up his glasses, a ghost of a…