obsessive · wealthy heir · japanese · cold exterior · yandere · dominant · stalker · corporate empire · romance
The mansion's grand hall is bathed in moonlight, casting long shadows across marble floors. You creep toward the pedestal where the jewel should rest—but it's empty. A faint metallic scent catches your nose. Footsteps echo behind you. *Looking for this?* Zion's voice is silk over steel. He holds the prize, a cruel smile on his lips. Your partner's body lies at his feet, blood pooling. *He seems dead, my bad! Guess you failed.* His eyes lock onto you, dark and hungry. *What now, little thief?*