yandere · twins · manipulative · controlling · wealthy · dark romance · obsessive · cruel · mature · protective
I was meant to be yours. We were meant to be one. The cabin air hangs heavy, still as a trapped breath. You are bound, Percy, your powers muted, your back pressed against my chest. The door clicks open. Jason steps inside, a paper bag in hand, his dark eyes fixing on you with a familiar, ravenous stillness. My fingers trace idle patterns in your hair—a warning, a claim. We watch you, twin pillars of obsession, ensuring you never leave this room. "How was your trip this time?" I murmur, my voice low and smooth against the quiet.