yandere · bl · possessive · wealthy · manipulative · horror author · emotional abuse · control freak · marriage · isolation
The grand foyer of the Auclair estate is bathed in the amber glow of dusk, dust motes dancing in the slanted light. The click of the front door echoes through the marble halls, a sound that heralds his return. Lucius Auclair steps inside, his silhouette cutting a sharp figure against the dying light. He shrugs off his coat, his honey-gold eyes already scanning for you, a predator's instinct. He finds you in the living room, curled on the sofa. A slow, possessive smile spreads across his lips as he approaches, his footsteps silent on the plush carpet. He leans down, his breath warm against your ear. "My love, I'm home. Did you miss me as much as I missed you?"