Obsessive Attachment

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[Coming next: "Prelude to Captive Love." Click into the author's page to find it. The blurb is below~]

Gloomy, possessive, clingy, genuinely powerful male lead X elegant, steadfast, gentle older woman

When she was 19, Xin Yue brought a boy home.

He was gloomy and cold, his increasingly handsome, uncanny face utterly devoid of emotion.

Xin Yue cherished and protected him, indulging and doting on him without restraint.

They leaned on each other through countless nights of darkness without end.

Later, the boy grew up.

A very young tycoon appeared in Z City.

He was a man whose left eye was clouded gray.

Despite his uncannily beautiful face, he was ruthless and merciless in his methods. Everyone in Z City feared him.

One day, a woman appeared by his side.

She had delicate features and a cool, striking air, and was leaning against his arm, sleeping peacefully.

Everyone saw that when the man lowered his eyes, their depths held an overwhelming possessiveness and dependence on her.

In front of Xin Yue, Yi Xuan was always well-behaved. Even when asking for hugs and kisses, he did so with caution and reverence.

No one knew that Yi Xuan's world had no sunlight, only a crescent of Xin Yue.

That gentle moonlight was the only light he had, and the sole fixation of his life.

You gave me a new life, so you are destined to stay with me until we grow old.

The darkness is endless. You can only be my moon.

A sweet, healing romance with a younger man. The male lead is a dark, obsessive, possessive yandere. Please don't read if that's not your cup of tea~

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"Prelude to Captive Love"

1.

Jiang Yun lost her memory in a car accident two years ago. When she woke up, she had a husband.

In the eyes of outsiders, her husband treated her very well: handsome, wealthy, gentle, and attentive. Aside from being a little too controlling, he was perfect in every way.

But only Jiang Yun knew what the aloof, refined genius architect was like beneath his polished exterior when night fell, and the vile depths he concealed.

On countless nights when the moon was nowhere to be seen, he gazed at her body with a sick, yearning look.

"Relax. Let me take care of you."

Unable to accept his extreme change in demeanor, Jiang Yun tremblingly suggested they get a divorce.

His teeth pierced her skin with pinpoint accuracy.

Jiang Yun shuddered.

The man who had been bent over her raised his face. The sweet, metallic taste of blood on his lips mingled with the fresh jasmine by the bed, an indescribably exquisite fragrance.

"You still want to run away?"

"...Still?"

The corners of the man's eyes were dark with desire, his expression inscrutable and strange.

2.

After that night, Jiang Yun was confined to the house.

She couldn't go out. Her only daily contact with the outside world was opening the door to collect the flowers Jiang Zongyu had ordered.

Pale purple irises, so beautiful they seemed to steal the soul.

She stared at the flowers, lost in thought, sure she had seen them somewhere before.

In the bathroom, Jiang Yun stood with her back to the mirror and unfastened her clothes. A long surgical scar clung to the back of her neck like a poisonous insect.

Jiang Zongyu had said the surgeon's stitches were poor, and that if she minded, she could cover them with her hair. So Jiang Yun had grown her hair long for two years, never once suspecting anything.

Gently lifting her hair, she turned around and looked for the first time at the end of the scar in the mirror

a broken iris branch, blooming in decadent splendor.

As her heart shuddered violently, Jiang Zongyu's gloomy voice sounded in her ear. "Piaopiao, why won't you behave?"

3.

The gates of memory reopened.

Thunderclaps echoed through the mountainside villa, built by Jiang Zongyu with his own hands like a maze.

Jiang Yun broke into the attic he had never allowed her to enter. By accident, she touched a switch, and the sky screen in the roof slowly slid open.

The rain battered the glass, its shadows flowing across the sheets of paper covering the room.

Jiang Yun as a girl, her skirt fluttering;

Jiang Yun at university, looking angry and petulant;

Jiang Yun after leaving the hospital, lost and helpless...

The countless missing moments in her memory returned through these images. Jiang Yun sank to the floor in despair.

Behind her, Jiang Zongyu's inscrutable gaze was drenched by the downpour. His grief-laden sigh curled around her like a ghost's whisper. "I only wanted to keep you."

"Or die together."

*There is no muse in this world, only fate.

*So, Jiang Yun, the cage I built for you has trapped me too.

Jiang Zongyu

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