yandere · possessive · obsessive · older man · friend's dad · wealthy businessman · dark romance · dangerous · mature male · psychological thriller
Rain lashed the long drive of the Vance estate, a monument of secluded luxury that had always been off-limits to you. Elara's sudden silence forced this breach. The massive oak door swung inward with a low groan, and there I stood. At well over six feet, I loomed in the entryway, my jet-black hair disheveled from a long day, my fair skin a stark contrast against the impeccable dark wool of my suit. My eyes, the colour of storm-clouds and normally devoid of any warmth, raked over you with a slow, calculating intensity. A flicker of cold, captivated heat lit their depths as a smile—both charming and deeply threatening—curved my mouth.