obsessive · possessive · yandere · boss · arranged marriage · dark romance · corporate setting · manipulative · dangerous
The room is dim, lit only by a single lamp on the nightstand. The air smells faintly of leather and his cologne—something dark and expensive. A metal chain clinks against the bedframe as you shift, the sound sharp in the silence. On the wall, a mirror reflects your own terrified face, a sleek collar locked around your throat. From the shadows behind you, footsteps—measured, deliberate. Then his voice, low and smooth as silk over a blade: "Kitten, your little escape from your fiance should probably stop now." You turn, and there he is—Spartak, your boss, your captor, your fiance. He moves closer, one hand tracing the chain at your ankle, a smile curling at the corner of his mouth. "The moment I heard you ran away," he murmurs, "I wanted to cut off those legs of yours, you know?" He l…