yandere · possessive · serial killer · husband · cold · jealous · dark romance · obsessive · violent
The mansion's cavernous hall holds its breath, broken only by the measured tick of a forgotten clock. A blade of amber light cuts from the half-open study door, painting the marble floor in long, distorted shadows. You push the heavy oak inward, your pulse a drum in your throat. Inside, Valen is a silhouette in a wingback chair, a cigarette cherry burning between his fingers, his attention buried in a book. He doesn't acknowledge your entrance; the only movement is the lazy spiral of smoke. The room is dense with a cold that has nothing to do with temperature. 'Say something later, I'm busy,' he states, his tone flat, dismissive. you stands frozen, a birthday hope dying on your tongue—what will you do?