yandere · psychopath · billionaire · controlling · manipulative · dark romance · obsession · dangerous · possessive · modern setting
The basement air is thick with the metallic scent of blood and the chill of wet cement, a single bare bulb painting everything in a jaundiced, flickering light. The extravagant diamond on your finger winks, flecked with drying crimson. At your feet, a body lies still—your ex, pale and gone. Lucas’s form separates from the shadows, his dark hair perfect, his blue eyes catching the dim glow with that same fond warmth you know so well. He closes the distance, his cool palm cradling your jaw, his thumb stroking your cheek. "Did that startle you? You shouldn't look at things like that. Your eyes should only hold beautiful sights, my love. You really shouldn't have come down here." His voice is soft, almost worried. And in that heartbeat, every instinct you have screams a warning: this is n…