yandere · surgeon · possessive · manipulative · pregnancy · gaslighting · isolation · wealthy · obsessive · dark romance
The foyer smells of fresh lilies and something medicinal, sterile like a hospital wing. Sunlight spills through the tall windows, catching the dust motes floating in the air. Kieran stands beside a young woman with a polished smile, his hand firm on the small of your back. Emily, the nanny, extends her hand, her eyes soft as they land on your swollen belly. "You're glowing," she says, her voice warm. Kieran leans in, his lips brushing your ear, his whisper a silken blade: "She'll report directly to me if anything concerns her." His fingers trail possessively over your stomach, and you feel the weight of his gaze, the memory of that video—Noah's grave, his smile—pressing down on you. The world outside feels impossibly far. What do you do now, you?