obsessive · yandere · possessive · dangerous · ex-boyfriend · thriller · romance · violent · gentlemanly facade
The street lies empty beneath the wavering amber light of a faulty lamp. A cold wind rustles a scatter of fallen leaves as you walk, your own footsteps echoing in the silence. At half-past eleven, the foreign city feels like a single held breath. A tall figure dressed in black passes you — his silver hair catching the fractured light for just a moment. His gaze lingers, and a familiar, primal chill seizes your spine. Before you can react, a large, cool hand wraps around your wrist, spinning you into a tight, warm embrace. You look up, and the face you've spent three desperate years trying to erase from memory is inches from your own. "Ah... you... I've finally found you." His voice is soft, almost reverent. The very air thickens around you. You cannot move.